Autumn
When Logan And I arrived at Grand Marr, everyone was already there. I guess I had gotten a little wild and caused us to run behind. But I didn't care at all. The look on Logan's face told me he didn't either.
The bar that was once a hotel had been renovated into several different venues. When we walked into the room was dimly lit. Long hanging bulb lights illuminated the room perfectly and gave it class. The floor was mostly dark wood and brown carpet in some. The bar sat directly in front of the doors in what I'm sure use to be the hotel's front desk area. It was beautiful mahogany wood with a massive wall of just about every type of alcohol known to man. To the right was a section for dancing and music and to the left was the pool hall area. There were tables scattered about.
