CHAPTER 25

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The bar is like a completely different world.

Maybe it's because I've never been inside of a bar such as this, with the rustic, dark setting, loud blues music and bar filled with drinks I've never heard of. Forget ordering a dry martini unless you want to look prissy.

On the left across from the drink bar are tables and booths with a few pool tables scattered about. The one next to the jukebox is the most populated, while the last pool table in the room in the back is practically empty. I look at the scene, mostly men with tight jeans and sweat-stained tank tops and women with short-shorts and cheap heels. I notice a sign right by one of the plenty of signs in the establishment: "NO SHOES, NO SHIRT, NO PANTS, NO SERVICE."

I take my shoes out of my purse an