Evening Drinks

One night uncle Rok took us to a place where "the open minded and unconstrained spirits" spend their evenings. We settled for a few drinks is what is now a youth Hostel but used to be a state prison near the centre of the Capital. The toilets were lit with blue lights to prevent people shooting up since its extremely difficult to find a vein under the light. After learning this lesson we put in for some drinks and headed to the garden outside.
There was an acoustic night in session when we arrived. It was very Newquay meets Krakow. The lemonade was bitter sweet, depending on how much sugar you added- the beer was dark, chocolatey and strangely undrinkable. Moose tried to introduce Rok to the two Irish girls sat just inside, not just because he adores the accent but also because they had bright red cocktails that looked much more appealing than any of the drinks on our tables.