OTA

[codenamearamis]

The bar was a small, hole in the wall kind of place, with brick walls accented by dark wood furniture, and red vinyl. A bar took up one wall, shelves of liquor lined up behind it, and tables and booths were splayed out in front of it. Beyond that, was a pool table, its felt top a faded green. A few people were playing on it now, finishing up a game as they talked and swigged beer.

Aramis sat at the bar, feet on one of the bar stool’s supports. He glanced to his left as a woman stepped up to the bar to order a drink, then took a sip of his own drink, a bourbon gone a bit watery from melting ice cubes.