Lee wiped off his card onto his jeans and walked through the entrance tunnel. You would never guess this shithole was a club. Actually, you'd probably walk by it everyday wondering "what's up with that strange hole in the wall?". No one cared to question it though, and officials who did know, wouldn't dare look into it.<br/><br/>Lee walked in through the door and immediately noticed the first bar area. It was shaded neon blue, with at least 4 bartenders preparing drinks at once. Tonight was definitely busy and compared to the wide, glass drink cabinets on the wall behind them all, there were still not enough customers to consume them all. Hidden behind crystal doors was every drink you could imagine. Light stuff like sodas and fruit blends, to the harder bottles of rum, hynotiq, and jagermeister.<br/><br/>Lee smiled widely and sat down on the first open barstool, gazing upon the hundreds of bottles and ice shakers before him...that is until a huge man with a deep scar running over his left eye blocked his view.<br/><br/>"Welcome to Central Hub. What the hell do you want?  Say...you don't look like a regular here...you CIA? FBI? I don't like him! Get him out!"<br/>The fairly large man started yelling and causing a scene. Lee grabbed his arm and spoke.<br/>"Calm the hell down! Ya think if i were a fuckin maniac copper, they'd let my arse in? Jesus! All I want's a damn bloody drink for christs sake! Now you're gonna get me a bloody Jager  with about 12 different mixers in it and then.."<br/>He pulled him closer to him by grabbing his collar.<br/>"then...you're gonna sit the fuck down where I can see you, and mix the shit with ice until I tell you to stop...and if ya dare question me something silly, like "are ya sure about that mate? This is gonna mess up ya tummy you know bullshit, I'll drag your big ass down to the lockers and cut your spleen open with your own beer opener."<br/><br/>The bartender shook as Lee released his tight grasp. Breathing heavily, the man went to do what he was told.