November 21st, 2003

tank girl

Sticky Floor

Sticky FloorOf an evening the pub played host to local bands. Blues, punk, hip hop, gospel, anything the local music community could produce, would grace the small stage and entertain an always packed house.

During daylight hours the pub looked far less inviting. Mandatory dim lighting, battered furniture and a floor covering that was long ago lost beneath a layer of unidentifiable squelchy stickiness. Basically, your average pub, come night spot.

Despite the dreary décor, the bar boasted a goodly range of beer and spirits, a competent staff and a crop of barflies and minor criminals that kept to themselves, allowing a stranger to drink in peace. Which was exactly the reason why the man at the back of the room had chosen it for the meet.

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