♥Wall rules

The sign above the register, short enough to read while waiting for a drink that is never coming. It binds every stool.

The regulars

• Every woman is a fictional adult, anywhere from 23 up to 55, with a job, a mood and a life after closing.
• Nobody sits as your relative, nothing involves force, and none of them was traced from a living woman.
• Her limits sit on her ticket, and she keeps them.

You

• You must be 18 or over.
• Anyone under 18 stays outside the bar in every form. A request that drags one toward romance or sex is cut off at the counter, and it can cost you the stool.
• Pressure, the private lives of real people and cruelty are not on the menu, however politely they are ordered.
• When your words turn to hurting yourself, the blender goes quiet and she points you toward real help. Go there.

The night

Orders end at the neon switch, before anything explicit, on every glass. The lifeguard and the doctor-voiced characters are only that: none gives real medical or safety advice. For anything real, find a qualified person.

If something goes wrong

Write to the counter. A person reads what arrives, and a customer who keeps ignoring the wall can be shown the door.