Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-25828117-20180603144005

The Pelican was a basement joint. Lit in red neon light and crowded as all hell. Most of the people inside seemed like interesting characters. former working class people turning to alcoholism due to the loss of their jobs to American demand.

Sarge immediatly felt eyes were on him, and they were not welcoming.

The bartender was a woman in her early forties, she wore a white T-shirt that did a poor job hiding her nipples poking against the fabric. Her lids covered in eye shadow and a long-drawn cigarette that badly needed an ashtray dangled from her wrinkly lips.