Walking into Mooney’s was always like an assault on Piper"s senses, and tonight was no exception. Standing in the doorway of the beachside bar and grill, she couldn"t help wrinkling her nose as the mixture of scents engulfed her. Beer mixed with suntan oil, along with the delicious smell of pizza and burgers frying on an open grill. It should have been offensive, but it wasn"t, at least not to Piper. It was just part of Mooney"s atmosphere. The dim light was brightened with tiki torches and Christmas lights strung all over the inside of the rooms. One of the local bands was playing, and the spotlights were shining on the small stage. People shouted over the sound of the music and laughter filled the air. As she looked around, she heard her name called out, and she turned to watch the owner
