BLOODY MARY'S
Ariadne walked into the bar, looking around with a grin. She hadn't really done dive bars since her college days at Boston University, partying with blue collar dock workers and the girls who worked construction on the Big Dig Project. Ah, she mused, those were the days.
She'd graduated, in both senses of the word, to more upscale bars as she moved on with her chosen profession, but she had always admired the blunt honesty of the hole-in-the-wall neighborhood bar, where "everyone knew your name", but they were generally cursing when they said it
The smell was impressive. The dive bars of the South Boston neighborhoods had an antiseptic smell that, mostly, covered the smell of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and old sweat. Here, though, there was no antiseptic smell. Granted, the other smells were cleaner, somehow. The tobacco and alcohol seemed more natural, somehow. If Ari still smoked, she'd be tempted to try the local flavors. But she'd settle for the local booze.
Smirking a bit at the stains, and made some bets with herself as to what they might be. She'd have to see how the night went. She nodded to the barkeep.
"I'll take whiskey, and a lager chaser, please. I'll be over there"
Smiling, she walked to where Jade was sitting.