As they entered, Margot took his arm and said, "This is something of a gathering place for practically everyone who can hear San Francisco's voice. There are a few people who don't come here much, but everyone at least knows of it. And most people show up at least once every week or two." Inside, Ángel led them to the bar, where a bald, middle-aged white man was cleaning a glass. "Kai," they said, "Margot and I have got a pair of new folks for you to meet." He set the glass down and looked them both over. He had deep blue eyes and thin lips, and was wearing a charcoal-grey Henley with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. After a quick, appraising look at them both, he smiled and said, "Welcome to... _the City_." The emphasis and the spoken capital letter were unmistakable, and his eyes sparkled with an air of "isn't it fun to be in the know?" He continued, "I'm Kagan MacTane. The first drink is on the house, for the newly awake. And I'm glad to meet you both." He extended his hand to shake. David took it and said his own name. His grip was firm but not crushing, his entire demeanor welcoming and friendly. The bartender gave Jessie the same friendly handshake, then asked, "So, what's everyone having?"
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