Patricia Kelly, or Patty, to her friends, stood outside the bar. It was just a few months after her 21st birthday, and it had taken that time to get her to work up the courage to try alcohol again. The bender she had gone through on her 21st was not pleasant. But she had resolved to come out of her shell, and be more social, something she had been neglecting during her time at college thus far. She brushed some of her long brown hair out of her face, and looked at the address number she'd written down. 686 West Avenue. This was the place. 'An Attractive Demise' an odd name for a bar, she thought.<br/><br/>She checked her cell phone. No reception, great. If she had reception, she could've called her friend Tanya, and found out she was waiting for her at 989 West Ave, that Patty had been holding the piece of paper upside down.<br/><br/>Patty walked into the bar, clearly nervous, and sat down, looking for Tanya. A friendly looking bartender came up, and asked her for an order. She asked for a glass of white wine, and sighed again, looking around at the other clients.