Typically, the only acknowledgment a barfly gets from a bartender upon entering a bar is a barely audible curse (that may be far less subtle the closer it gets to last call) followed by a terse and often insincere inquiry as to said barfly's poison preference. But to each patron who walks into the long, red bar adjoining Cazba, the bartenders give a hearty "Opa!" in welcome. Stick around there long enough and you'll catch yourself doing it, too.
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