The bar seemed out of place amongst the casual yet somehow expensive vibe of the islands. The buildings alternated between modern luxury and huts made from palms. Instead the bar was crafted from sturdy dark wood almost like the owner wanted it to blend in with the nights cape though only managed to make it stand out. Raucous laughter drifted to her from inside while TVs blared local sports a little too loudly. These types of places weren't usually her scene but she wasn't there for pleasure.
At least not anymore. Ari stepped inside and was immediately greeted with a few strange looks but no one stopped her. Things were rather dim so she had to squint, trying not to be too conspicuous as she peered around the booths and circled around the bar stools slowly. The old man could have at least given her a name! (1500)