"Give me a few beers over here."
"Come and get them yourself! This isn't that kind of bar!"
"Let me do it." One of the members of our group walked over to claim the beers that had been tossed on the bar.
While this was happening, I was watching the scene around me.
This bar wasn't the cleanest bar or the most secure bar.
With the kind of clientele that were sitting here, it made it quite obvious what kind of bar this was. This certainly wasn't the kind of bar that one would think about doing any kind of business in.
But the business that I was here for was the kind of business that couldn't be done in the light of day.
It was the kind of business that could only be done in the underbelly like this bar.
After coming over with the beers, I turned to one of the people that was sitting at the table next to us. At the same time, that person seemed to be looking at me as if they were waiting for some kind of signal.
