Chapter 44: Not Your Average Bar

Top first impressions of this seaside bar: old, dirty, and not worth my money.

The bar is a loud combination of music and laughter as we stroll up to a podium only to find a handwritten sign that reads “seat yaself, we don’t care where ya sit.”

Allie leads the way through the sweaty crowd and I’m more than relieved when she picks out a hightop away from the madness.

“Well, this is definitely different.” I plop on the stool across from her, looking around.

“Are you sure you wanna spend your vacation in a place like this? I saw way better restaurants that would be more your style.”

“My style?” I wrinkle my nose in mock offense. “And what would that be?”

Allie holds out her pinky as she pretends to sip on tea. “A bit of gold on my hamburger. And make sure it's the 18 karat, not the 16.”

“I assure you that I am not some food snob.”