[you've been checking out some of the shadier-looking places in this town, right? well, if you happen to make your way down to the boardwalk in the south end of dualis, there are a few places past the lights and noise where the paint's worn down that might be worth looking into. one of those places is a bar that is simply called RICK'S, and it is a complete dive.
if you step inside, you'll see that this place has probably seen better days, and those days were many, many years ago. the carpet is a dark red with even darker stains from foot traffic and spills and a few bloodied noses - not too noticeable in the dim light, unless you know what you're looking at. the air smells stale with cigarette smoke, even though the door has been propped open tonight to let a cool breeze from the lake filter inside. the booths are dark vinyl with wisps of white stuffing escaping through where it's cracked and peeled open, and a glance up at the ceiling shows a few of the tiles are missing.
there's a small platform stage in the front corner of the room, near the door, and a young woman with dark hair and plain clothes perches on a stool, playing a guitar and singing a song for the few patrons scattered across the room, sitting at tables and booths with their drinks of choice.
SQUALL.
if you step inside, you'll see that this place has probably seen better days, and those days were many, many years ago. the carpet is a dark red with even darker stains from foot traffic and spills and a few bloodied noses - not too noticeable in the dim light, unless you know what you're looking at. the air smells stale with cigarette smoke, even though the door has been propped open tonight to let a cool breeze from the lake filter inside. the booths are dark vinyl with wisps of white stuffing escaping through where it's cracked and peeled open, and a glance up at the ceiling shows a few of the tiles are missing.
there's a small platform stage in the front corner of the room, near the door, and a young woman with dark hair and plain clothes perches on a stool, playing a guitar and singing a song for the few patrons scattered across the room, sitting at tables and booths with their drinks of choice.
won't you come inside and join them?]