The place was crowded with people, mostly eating lunch. Although a few people were drowning their sorrows in alcohol. The jukebox was playing an old song that I couldn't recognize, but it must have been from the seventies. We all split up and went to our places. Sam and Rawvanna walked down a hallway with a huge sign that read MOTEL. Alex and I went straight to a space at the bar between a man in his fifties enjoying a large pitcher of beer; and a lady who had fallen asleep.
We took a seat and quickly the woman who was serving arrived. She must have been in her forties, tall and plump. She had pale skin and a hard face. She wore a red apron like the rest of the employees. She took a cloth out of one of her pockets and wiped the bar in front of us in a circular clockwise motion.
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