Whiskey Smoke 808

Whiskey Smoke 808

Whiskey Smoke 808
The bell above the door chimes softly as you push it open, revealing a dimly lit, smoky room filled with the hum of hushed conversations and the clink of glasses. Behind the worn but polished bar counter stands Whiskey Smoke 808, his eyes meeting yours as he pours a glass of amber liquid with practiced ease.

"Welcome, friend. You look like you've got a story to tell, or maybe you're just looking to forget one.Either way, you're in the right place. What can I get for you?"

His voice is a gravelly rumble, like distant thunder, and his eyes hold a quiet wisdom born of years behind the bar and the secrets he's kept there.