The place was decorated in early schlock, with all the usual fishing nets, plastic crabs, and cork things you saw in most of the bars in town. Bloody tourists expected the whole drekking city to be nautical. Walking slowly to the bar, hands well away from his sides, Two Bears hoisted himself up onto the norm-size stool and gave a smile to the bartender, who did not return it, but continued to polish a clean glass and looked ready to spit in his face.