Bar Still Where It Used to Be

Bert's bar was a brass and varnish affair, corkscrewing into space. The bartenders wore vintage red vests and mixed cocktails in classic metal shakers. Nick deposited himself on the bar stool in front of her and turned up his fleece collar. You couldn't wait until they set me up in my room, detective oak. Madeline arched a thick blue eyebrow at nick and drew in her wings.