Hell’s Kitchen. New York City. The Silver Lining. The dive bar is on the seedy side with your typical patrons. People looking for a quick drink. People looking to forget. People looking for a good time. All at the right place, at the wrong time. Or, maybe it’s the other way around?

An old fashioned jukebox croons in a corner of the room. All anyone ever seemed to play on it was some classic rock band or another. Bobby stands behind the bar counter, serving drinks and keeping the peace in his establishment. He briefly glances up with a deep drawl and surly attitude.

“So then, what’ll you have, huh?”