Olivia entered the underground bar. The smell of cigars and alcohol hit her nostrils, causing her to pitch the bridge of her nose at the stench. This place was a secret place where sinful things happened. The loud noise deafened her ears as she adjusted the black coat she was wearing and elegantly walked toward the bar counter. The flashing lights blinded her eyes as she pulled out a stool and climbed to sit. Her eyes darted around searching for a familiar face. This place was illegal.
"What can I get for you" a bartender with tattoos all over his arms and neck area came to Olivia, who turned her gaze back to him?
"Nothing… I'm looking for someone here" she said while twirling the credit card in her hand. Pedro was kind enough to give her the credit card to use for whatever she wan
