Tauva is all wood paneling and big leather chairs, and the whole place smells like cigar smoke. Sharky's not sure why, because he's never seen anybody smoking cigars in here, but it's not something worth questioning to him.

"It's not fun," he admits. "Like, not to be too much of a bummer, but nothing harshes your buzz faster than nuclear hellfire raining down on you and yours." He shrugs, although it is a bit of a bigger deal than the move might imply. It's depressing, honestly, and if they're gonna drink, he'd rather not start off on a bad note.

"Uh -- right, if you tell the invisible ghost behind the bar what you want, they'll serve it to you. It's weird at first, but you get used to it."