Low lights barely dispel the shadows in the ramshackle bar, leaving the blaring neon of the beer signs and the abused Wurlitzer CD Juke in the corner to provide most of the unnatural glow. The pounding beat of old rock & roll, country, and rockabilly tunes tears through the acoustically challenged space, providing a backdrop for the raucous laughter and loud abusive tones of the ample crowd of patrons. Sawdust stirs in the air with heavy foot steps, mingling with the heady scents of leather, sweat, and grease.
On the far wall of the room is a large counter, which now serves its purpose as a bar; behind it is a steel door to the manager's office. The alcohol is stored beneath the bar rather than behind it, saving on the cost of shattered bottles when the occasional body is thrown back there. Mismatched tables are scattered through the remaining floor space, the centerpiece a positively beautiful pool table of dark mahogany with red felt. Though the pool cues are cheap, as are the balls, most patrons show respect for the table, if nothing else in the bar. Walls are strewn with various Harley paraphernalia and motorcycle plates; one cleared area has three pigs spraypainted on it with large red X's over each, and the word "NEXT" over top.
Industrial Basement <IB> Office Loft <OL> Parking Lot <O>