There's a tavern in the town. It's called Dixons' Draft Falls.

Here, the whiskey flows like water, and the stout flows like wine. The Dixons often seem exasperated, by the number of DiLaurentis and Hastings men that come here a lot. They're even more exasperated, and fed up, with all the barroom brawls that happen here because of either a Hastings, a DiLaurentis, or one of each.

There are stag heads on the walls...as well as bear heads, wisent heads, boar heads, wolf heads, wild ram heads, and wild billy heads. There are also pheasants, grouses, and geese. There are also pikes, muskellunges, trout, and carps. In this community, the men work hard for their rewards...or, so they say. Some of the women here, alas, are pretty sure that they've all just gotten so used to over-elaborating and over-embellishing true stories, that it no longer matters how minor the true stories are; their tellers have long-forgotten them.

Tonight, they're all here: Kenneth, Jason, Mortimer, Pietro, Tommy, and Billy from the DiLaurentis clan; and Scott, Nathan, Hank, Bobby, Warren, and Peter from the Hastings one. The DiLaurentises are not yet aware that their precious maid is unaccounted for.

Tonight, Sage Lund is their barmaid. She flirts with the boys, while re-filling their boilermaker mugs with stout. With small hands, she collects their empty whiskey shots, and replaces them with new ones. Some of the Hastings boys slap her on the ass...which she seems to enjoy.

Sage seems particularly fond of Kenneth; the oldest of the DiLaurentis boys. But then, such is the self-esteem of a bitch from Hel and Niffelheim...

Wherever there are women, there are fights between men. And tonight, such a brawl will happen over the DiLaurentis maid.

They all lust for Ashley...but only a few of them are bold enough to admit it...with the barmaid listening in. Kenneth thinks he has a claim to her body because he's the oldest DiLaurentis son. Billy thinks he's more worthy, because as the youngest son, she's got to take more care of him; hence, he has a debt to her.

The other DiLaurentises snore at this, of course. A few of the Hastings bros do, too.

Alas, Peter seems to think that Billy has a good point. He, too, knows what it's like to be a youngest son. Even so, Ashley needs a man who'll care for her. And all the capitalist crowd does to women is abuse them, and make them slaves.

"Aw, what's the matter, Pete?" Scott rebuffs his youngest brother. "We're ALL capitalists here! Don't look us in the eye, and tell us that you want to quit the wolf pack just because you're an omega!"

Peter takes the stand. "She's a human. She deserves better." He trembles. "And...I think I'm that man."

Kenneth scoffs. "You're not a man. You're a boy!"

Peter trembles... Then, he leaps atop the table, and charges down its length towards Kenneth...who sits at the other head of it, of course.

And, the barroom brawl is on. The other brothers assemble around the fight...the younger DiLaurentises on one side, and the older Hastingses on the other...and they both root for their own blood.

Or rather, MOST of them root for their own blood. Tommy and Warren deviously root for Peter and Kenneth, respectively...

Kevin Lund, a local sheriff, hears the commotion, comes in, draws his pistol, aims it at the ceiling, and shoots. Instantly, all calms. All of the Hastings and DiLaurentis brothers stand, and struggle to keep their composures...which, of course, is hard to do, because most of them are full of stout and whiskey.

"Ah," Lund remarks. "YOU again." He holsters his pistol; the rest of the bar draws an easy breath. "There just isn't enough dangerous stuff for you to do at home, is there?"

"We were just..."

"Save it. I'm sure that whatever it is, it's laughable. Or, WOULD be, rather, if accidentally killing an innocent victim in this bar was worth laughing at."

"That didn't happen!"

"I know." He looks around. "Which is why I will warn you...again. As much as I'd love to book you, you've committed no crime other than causing a scene. But just to be clear," he raises a finger, "if I were Odin himself, you'd all be smote of where you stand as fast as a bolt of lightning. And I MEAN that!"

Hank swallows hard. "Lightning is...THOR'S respo...actually..."

Lund arches his brows. "SAGE! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO WORK HERE!"

Sage, who's drying a beer mug, shrugs and scoffs. "That's no longer your call, is it...father?"

Lund sighs heavily. It pains him to think that dealing with her would've been MUCH easier, a few months ago...

"Do you mind?!" Kenneth seems anxious. "We've got a dispute to resolve!"

"Okay. But you're not resolving it here."

They all groan.

"I thought you said we hadn't committed a crime!"

"I'm not doing this for you! I'm doing this for everyone else here. This isn't your tavern...in case you sometimes forget. And if it was...Odinforbid if you weren't its only customers. Now...we can either do this the easy way, where I ask you, and you obey," he unbuckles another holster, and pulls out a baton. "OR, we can do this the hard way, and I use this to drove all of you from the tavern, and however far away from it I expect you to stay, if you don't want the rest of these patrons to call me again about you."

Kenneth looks at his siblings, nods, and leads them outside in single file. Lund looks at the Hastingses, and waits.

Scott waits until the DiLaurentises have left the premises. Only when he's sure, he leads his own brothers out. Lund personally closes the door behind Peter...who's the last one out.

Behind the bar, Sage is still cleaning. Lund comes over to the bar to talk to her.

She serves him a beer. "Sorry about that, Daddy," she says. "I don't really mind it so much...just so you know."

He scoffs, and sips the beer she's served him. "You're not the reason why I hate them. You are, but you aren't. I know how impressive it might all look, but... What those guys do kills, in other places. And if they get too comfortable doing what I let them do..."

"Yes, I know, Daddy. You deliver this speech every time I start seeing a new guy."

Lund sighs. "In ways, I have hopes for both families. In others," he looks around, "I can't help but have a hunch that they're just a pair of gauntlets, just waiting to be worn by a certain mastermind who's MUCH worse than they are..."

Across the street, there's a clothing store. Its sign says, VANDERWAAL OUTFITTERS.