The room seemed to spin ever so slightly around Hardwick. Every step he took was careful and deliberate, every movement measured so as not to send him crashing to the floor again. [i]Goddamn. What the hell was in that drink?[/i]

It seemed like an eternity before he reached the immaculate mahogany counter. The barmaid, Ayeka, was busy polishing the surface of the wood with an old rag. Surely she'd know something about this place.

Hardwick cleared his throat and produced a pencil and notebook. [color=0072bc]''Scuse me ma'am, sorry for the interruption. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about this place?'[/color]

[@Alisdragon911]