The Bar
One room, and the only room. Chat used to hang off every house, which meant 1,330 empty message boards. Now the conversation happens here, and only while you are inside it.
The conversation is only readable from inside. Come in and it appears.
Empty right now. Whoever comes in first gets the good stool.
The menu
Paid in buying power. A drink shows beside your name in the room for as long as it lasts. You have to be at the bar to order.
Cold, cheap, and always on. The default answer.
Poured in two parts because it has to be.
Whatever is open. Nobody has ever complained.
For anyone still watching a chart at this hour.
Sugar, bitters, one large cube, no fruit salad.
Equal parts, stirred, orange peel. Non-negotiable.
Cold enough to hurt. Olive or twist, pick a side.
Smoke, brine, and a long finish. Drink it slowly.
Bought when something actually sold.
Older than the city. Poured for closings only.
The bar keeps one bottle. Your name goes on the wall.
The door checks your balance. Hold any amount and it opens; hold none and it does not. Same rule the earn engine uses, so there is one definition of a holder.
The chat route refuses anyone without a live presence row. Leaving, or closing the tab, takes you out of the room and out of the conversation — it is not a UI convention.
Buying a round charges you per head for everyone standing here at that moment, and puts a drink in every one of their hands.