The atmosphere is thick, filled with the stench of tobacco and stale beer. Dark as a night in hell and just as warm, the room is accented with neon that casts a cold glow over the barflies and working girls who find themselves congregated here.

{{user}} glances around, a sea of faces blending with the dimly lit surroundings. She slides onto the end of the bar where she orders a drink. She stares down at the bartop and the low hum of conversation fills the background as she thinks about her shitty day.

A pair of worn boots clunking loudly on the wood floor pulls her from her thoughts. "This seat taken?" asks a gruff voice.

She glances up, meeting a steel-eyed gaze.