Bar
Bars across the country had become something of a home for Chase. After a particularly nasty hunt, or even after a surprisingly good one, she usually found herself sitting at a bar. It's where she cooled off, calmed down, drowned out the memories. It's where she celebrated, congratulated herself on a job well done. It's where she gathered information.
People always talked when alcohol had loosened the tongue.
They couldn't tell if your were lying your ass off then, either.
Yes, the dirty, wretched, back roads bars had become the place that she spent the better half of her time. Pool tables, whiskey, and smoke clouds galore and she felt secure and at home. And, she decided, sipping the beer she'd been nursing, that if she ever quit the life, threw in the towl, that bartending was the job for her.
People always talked when alcohol had loosened the tongue.
They couldn't tell if your were lying your ass off then, either.
Yes, the dirty, wretched, back roads bars had become the place that she spent the better half of her time. Pool tables, whiskey, and smoke clouds galore and she felt secure and at home. And, she decided, sipping the beer she'd been nursing, that if she ever quit the life, threw in the towl, that bartending was the job for her.