I got word that the new bar was open finally. I'd spent many hours, sucked down innumerable drinks, and met countless people at the original one run by Jacqueline and Mechelle. Jacqueline is now here, in name only. "Jacqueline's Steel Horse," What a nice touch!<br/><br/>I step in, with a framed picture under my arm, and do see a very familiar face behind the bar:<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/b946/3odaop7o7j6t6jk2g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/?3odaop7o7j6t6jk)</div>"Hi Mechelle! The place looks fantastic! I've been peeking in the window and checking on the progress from time to time, but wow! Feels just like old times in here!" I say looking around.<br/><br/>"Oh hey, I brought a gift. Found this picture in the old break room when I said goodbye to Jacqueline. I don't know who it is, but she's wearing the old Lacy cocktail waitress uniform. I put it in a nice frame and everything!" I say, handing her the picture.<br/><br/>(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9ad3/wr9n4bq13xmbn4m4g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/wr9n4bq13xmbn4m/photo_245_14-50-24.jpg/file)