Dana skulked out of the house and back into her car. She pulled out slowly and headed the short distance back to The Boar’s Head.
When she reached it about ten minutes later, she scratched her head in wonder. She hadn’t noticed it as she drove by earlier, but the run down old bar was really hopping, and the usual contingent of motorcycles wasn’t parked outside.
Circling the place twice, she finally found a space she could squeeze her compact sedan into.
A band was playing inside, the music wafting out the open door. A bouncer took the time to ID her and stamp her hand before she was admitted into the space. Inside, the dance floor was jammed, and the tables were packed. She looked around with a look of pure shock in her eyes.
A bar stool opened on the near end and Dana slid on it befor
