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[The trip is quiet, interrupted by post-punk fed from his phone through a wireless dock. Connor's not much one for smalltalk, finding it awkward and a little unnecessary now that they've met and made a decision and exchanged the most summarized version of life stories. The only indication of what's to come that he gives is a lingering touch at the small of Sean's back when he summons the elevator to take it up.

Connor's apartment is nice; an upper floor, close to the square, with quiet neighbors (most of the time) and a lovely view of the city from the little wrought-iron balcony outside. It's not a huge space, but it suffices for himself and his dog, who the instant they'd stepped through the door, had started vigorously sniffing at Sean's shoes. Connor can't help but laugh a little as he kneels down and ruffles his hands through the dog's ruff, earning himself a lick to the underside of his chin.]

Brought a friend tonight, boy. Say hi.

[The prompting has the mountain of white fluff looking up at Sean curiously, once more sniffing at him then giving him the biggest doggy smile.]

Edited 2018-10-27 19:02 (UTC)

Sean's not kidding about it being a dive bar. The red awning is straight out of the 1980s and the one and only update it has is from when the bar changed hands, and the name changed. But only part of it. A chunk of the red awning has been covered over with a white sign boards, replacing the old name of the place with FAST DAVE, leaving the bar's name to now be FAST DAVE & SPORTS BAR - BILLARDS - LICENCED - 555-6624.

There's a neon open sign turned to on, and two separate ATM INSIDE signs in the same window, with the weathered remains of a promotional poster for the New York Yankees. The bars on the windows have a somewhat jaunty curl to them, as if at some point, the owner said 'I want to keep people from breaking in, but in a classy way'. The inside is the same, dark and badly lit with an overall smell like a million beers have been spilled over the last forty years and have been sloppily cleaned up by bar staff that would rather be anywhere else in the world.

And yet, there are three obvious appeals to it that would explain the decent sized crowd.

1) As the awning said, there are billards tables. Two to be precise, both currently in use.

2) Everyone here seems to have all universally decided to give each other space, and the vibe makes it clear that if someone were to cause trouble, that person would quickly discover how well their body bounces when thrown at the pavement.

3) There isn't a single place in the entire city that sells beer nearly this cheap. Of course, that means the menu is somewhat stripped down with there only being three different beers to order (and only one worth it).

"Two pints of the Quickthorne Pale." And Sean leans against the bar, looking back at Steve. "Pick your poison; bar, booth or table?"

There are a few booths near the back still open, even if the lighting in them isn't great. Lots of tables to pick from, so long as someone doesn't mind their back being to the door. And of course, more than a few spots open on the bar. Yeah, the seats have all been duct taped together, but they've stood the test of time, and it's got the best lighting up here. Plus, a good view of the bar's only TV, currently showing what appears to be an extended commercial about selling your gold for cash.

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