The bar isn't as crowded as a regular Manhattan bar at happy hour — thankfully the patrons aren't packed in cheek-by-jowl, crammed in against each other, having to shout to be heard — but there's still more than you'd ever expect, when you were born into a civilian life and hadn't fully grasped just how much magic there was in the wide universe. The fact that it's not Earth-bound helps: there are aliens, a few Asgardian witches in the back (who nod to Strange as he appears), and someone at the end of the counter who's just an incorporeal floating spirit from the astral plane, sipping on some kind of gaseous drink. There's even a couple disciples from Kamar-Taj in their traditional red robes, and they jolt at the sight of Strange and Wanda, spines straightening, trying to look like they're on their best behaviour. He ignores them.
"I didn't believe in magic. Even when I saw it for the very first time, I thought I'd been dosed with LSD." Standing beside Wanda, he sounds a little bemused. He'd grown inured to it, but looking at the bar now and imagining how it must look like to her, he's struck by the novelty all over again. "It didn't exactly track with the life I'd had before. But then a door opens, and—" Strange gestured at the room. "You start getting accustomed to things like this."
For being a magical speakeasy, it looks... astonishingly like a tiki bar. There's palm fronds and eclectic decor everywhere, and no single lamp looks the same as another.
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The bar isn't as crowded as a regular Manhattan bar at happy hour — thankfully the patrons aren't packed in cheek-by-jowl, crammed in against each other, having to shout to be heard — but there's still more than you'd ever expect, when you were born into a civilian life and hadn't fully grasped just how much magic there was in the wide universe. The fact that it's not Earth-bound helps: there are aliens, a few Asgardian witches in the back (who nod to Strange as he appears), and someone at the end of the counter who's just an incorporeal floating spirit from the astral plane, sipping on some kind of gaseous drink. There's even a couple disciples from Kamar-Taj in their traditional red robes, and they jolt at the sight of Strange and Wanda, spines straightening, trying to look like they're on their best behaviour. He ignores them.
"I didn't believe in magic. Even when I saw it for the very first time, I thought I'd been dosed with LSD." Standing beside Wanda, he sounds a little bemused. He'd grown inured to it, but looking at the bar now and imagining how it must look like to her, he's struck by the novelty all over again. "It didn't exactly track with the life I'd had before. But then a door opens, and—" Strange gestured at the room. "You start getting accustomed to things like this."
For being a magical speakeasy, it looks... astonishingly like a tiki bar. There's palm fronds and eclectic decor everywhere, and no single lamp looks the same as another.