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Sure. I'll give it a go. Feel free to edit as you see fit.
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The Hole In The Wall thankfully doesn't fully live up to its name. It's by no means a high end establishment, but it's relatively clean, with plenty of seating even on a fairly busy night like tonight, and in a variety: high tables near the front, nondescript round tables on the main bar floor, and large wood-benched booths along all the walls.
The clientele are mostly working-class, clearly worn out from making a living in this city. Several of them seem to perk up, though, at the sight of Brick. They seem to know him, though it's unclear how much they know of his ... extra-curricular activities.
A worn, middle-aged bartender nods toward the back.
"No one in yer booth, kiddo," he says. Brick thanks him and leads the others to an oversized corner booth that accomodates them all. The high backs of the benches provide some relative privacy, as well.