[It sure doesn't look like much. It's in a neighborhood that's seen better days, shadowy even during the day, and the only indicator that there's a bar down those few steps at all is a switched-off beer sign in a grimy window. But Mick is leaning against the wall next to it, so it's clearly the right place. He doesn't say a word before jerking his head and leading the way down three steps and inside.
The inside isn't much better, that's probably black and white tile on the floor but who can tell, it's too dark inside to know for sure. The oak bar is scuffed but solid, rows of bottles behind it look well-used, the only light comes from beer signs on the walls and whatever makes it through the window in the front, it's a beat-up place that's seen a lot of years.]
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The inside isn't much better, that's probably black and white tile on the floor but who can tell, it's too dark inside to know for sure. The oak bar is scuffed but solid, rows of bottles behind it look well-used, the only light comes from beer signs on the walls and whatever makes it through the window in the front, it's a beat-up place that's seen a lot of years.]
Whaddaya think?