An old Irish bar, run-down. The place always looks dusty, the green stained glass windows looking murky, hard to see through from the outside. The door, too, seems solid, and is quite creaky. Located across the street from TP Quinn's, it is easy enough to ignore this small piece of land, saved only due to its historical background. A faded sign hangs from its door, swinging even when there is not any wind, that says some sort of Irish name. O'... R... and two lowercase L's are still visible in green paint on a brown backdrop, the other letters have been scratched off, perhaps, in a vain attempt to hide what it once was. ((OOC Changeling Controled))
