OOC: Well, I joined your club today on the way to get some lunch. A woman ran a red light and wiped out the front my car. Not pretty. I am fine, but very annoyed. Fortunately, Flynn wasn't in the car. I wasn't that bad, didn't even blow the air bags, but the oil ran out on the pavement, so there could be some engine damage.
"Ah, welcome Captain, please go on up." At the top of the stairs is a much more sedate and fine establishment. White linen, carved wood paneling, crystal and china fill your vision. A long bar with a white marble top is to your left while a dinning room is to the right. Three or four well dressed men are drinking at the bar, a foot propped on the brass rail.