Jenn was pulled back a little in her seat as the two rushed to their destination, weaving around others as if they were racing through an obstacle course. She turned her head towards the captain and put her hand to his shoulder, pulling his shirt down a little. She chuckled. "Looks like I left a mark after all." The sun was still setting behind them as they made their way to McGrubby's. They discussed the missive, and the specifics of their seemingly simple job, emphasizing their pay, rather than who they'd be holding captive.<br/><br/>They arrived at the bar less than ten minutes later. On the outside, the wooden building was small and unkempt. The white paint was grey and chipped at the bottom of the walls, with weeds poking through the boardwalk in front of the entrance. A burly man was seated on a stool next to the door, sweating, and nodding as patrons entered and exited.<br/><br/>They stepped out into the heat, which was only slightly more tolerable with the setting sun. Jenn pulled the front of her vest down a bit; once a man saw some skin, he wasn't likely to give a stranger any problems. They walked towards the entrance. The man's eyes moved from Jenn's cleavage to her face, and smiled, showing his yellowed teeth. "Good evenin', miss." "Same to you. And keep your eyes in their sockets. That ain't no way to look at a lady." She gave him a sardonic smile, took the Captain's hand, and entered the building.<br/>