His wife was the first one to suggest reopening the Tavern. Then his friends, and even finally his enemies beseeched him to reopen the Tavern. But it had been so long, and he had vowed to never again be involved in the drink dispensary industry. The mix-up in drink orders on that final day just never did sit well with him.
But now Nate stood in front of the old building, refurnished yet retaining all its old charm. The hinges on the door were shot, the floorboards creaked, and the shingle roof owed much to a thick moss. But there was now a new ribbon on the door.
As he stepped in, he flicked the light switch on only to discover it didn't work. After a brief interval of opening the windows, he turned the sign over to say "Open: Serving Soda, Milk, and Juice!"
Now he just waited behind the bar for his first customer to arrive.
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