8:30 pm.
Atlanta, Georgia.
USA.
Drac walked into the dimly lit place.
Soft music played on the stereo. The place was scanty with a few people seated here and there. It was a lounge with private booths built at opposite ends, providing privacy for customers.
The middle was left open without chairs and the counter was at the end with six bar stools lining the length. A bartender stood behind the counter mixing drinks and attending to two men seated there, drinking while they discussed.
His gaze scanned the environment, taking the entire place before. As though searching for something before he decided to walk straight to the counter.
"The usual," he drawled to the bartender, who gave him a nod and began to whip up a drink for him.
The drink arrived in front of him in a few minutes, a
