I pressed the lock button on my car keys twice, just to be safe. Men, women and teenagers of all ages hung around the area and I couldn't help but feel a little weary.
I paused outside of my vehicle and glanced down at myself. It was just a bar, however I didn't plan on walking in there looking like I had just come out of a professional meeting.
Even if I did.
I unbuttoned the first three buttons of my red blouse and rolled my sleeves up. Pushing all my hair to the side, I held my purse tightly and made my way towards the entrance.
It looked as cliché as it could get. Neon lights and littered cigarette butts. The J of the Jo's sign hung loosely on a single nail.
Now what was a rich man doing in such a poorly presented place?
Walking inside I was confronted by loud chatter and laughs.
