Chapter 116. For Most of My Life

As much as shame had wanted to rear its head in him at the thought of how far he had fallen, Thomas ignored it as he headed to the bar.

After asking for the price of a pint and being certain that he could afford five, Thomas ordered.

Two pints of beer were already swimming nicely in his blood before he finally looked at his surroundings.

A gaudily dressed woman was dancing close to the screeching jukebox on the other side of the bar.

She plucked the money out of a drunken man's hand while avoiding his groping hands.

Smoke, drunken voices, and scattered laughter filled the room, while the owner fanned himself behind the bar.

In Lost Horn’s bar, nobody served anybody.

If you want a drink, you come to the bar to get it.

If you are important enough, the owner or his daughter will bring the drinks to your table.

Thomas lazily wondered if the owner’s daughter was still around.

She used to be quite the slut.

He was about to turn to