It was a brick, three-story. He lived in an apartment on the second floor and rented out the third floor to an artist for a studio. There was a green awning at the corner over the wood door, which was painted red and chipping. Inside, the floors were plank and the walls were bare brick. Walking in, to the right and back, were four pool tables, a couple of dart boards, and an ancient pinball machine. In the middle of the room was the bar which spanned half the length of the room. Where it ended, a hallway started that led to the bathrooms, office, and the back staircase. The bar itself was built on a brick foundation with a shiny, polished wood top. Tall, wooden bar chairs lined the counter and behind it was a wall of liquor. There were tables in the large, open part of the room, and booths along the wall. At the far end of the room was a double archway that led into yet another area with a small stage, which had never been used. Monday, at a quarter to three, Jayce jogged downstairs to find Maya standing in the archway studying the dance floor and stage.
