The rain poured in a stead drizzle down on the girls head. Lisa shivered griping the neck of her faded tan jacket silently thanking her mother for gifting it to her last Christmas. Glancing up and down the darkening streets she felt another shiver rock her body. The Chill forced her muscles to convulse in small yet violent tremors that clattered her teeth painfully together. She wished now she had listened to Derek and flown back to school instead of trying to deliver Derek's gift to there father personally.<br/>Six days ago Lisa's older brother Derek had reviled to her that he had finally finished the custom restoration job on the 1957 Chevy that he had picked up seven months earlier from a garage. The thing was a Heep when he first purchased it and Lisa had thought it would have been impossible for the thing to ever run again. Wile she had always known her brothers skill as a mechanic she had never dreamed that he could pull off what he had with that car. Using original parts gathered from pick and pulls and small backroad garages Derek had completely restored the broken down shell into a mint conditioned blast from there fathers hay day. It was there father fifty fifth birthday in less then two week and instead of sending it across four states with a hired stranger Lisa talked her brother into letting her drive it back and save him some money in the process.<br/>She had been visiting him for a week before she had to return back to School and used the pitch that she was heading back to there parents home state anyway and it would be so much safer with her then with a hired hand. receiving his reluctant agreeance she had made good time through the first two states until her tire blew out on the interstate just outside of town.<br/>Moving through the streets Lisa looked into the darkened windows of each store in a desperate search open store. glaceing over her shoulder at the sound of each passing car she prayed for a taxi to pass by, a bus anything that would get her out of the rain and to a hotel.<br/>Hearing the music drifting towards her on the wind, a faint melody playing against the constant patter of the falling rain she looked down the night shrouded street sighing with relief at the sight of the small hole in the wall bar. In any other situation Lisa would have never taken a second glace at the place but stuck out in the chilly air, the pouring rain soaking her to the bone the run down watering hole looked better the the Ritz.<br/>Pushing the door open She grimaced as the thick smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke slapped her in the face. Hesitating only for a moment she stepped into the bar. As bad as the air was inside it was dry and it was warm witch was more then enough to convince the girl to deal grit her teeth and deal with it.<br/>Unzipping her jacket she shook it out around her light blue shirt, small streams of water drizzled off her for a instant before slowly running there courses. pushing her hand along her face Lisa forced strands of thick blond hair off away from her eyes, the rain had turned its natural golden color into a thick mustard shade soaking it through and through and making it feel heavy on her head.<br/>"Hi." She said walking towards the bartender. "Ummm do you have a phone i can use? I need to get a hold of a taxi if its at all possible." She watched the gruff looking man his demeanor more suited for a bouncer then a bartender. Slowly glancing back around the bar, the music rattling off the old piano was like a vial tossed over the coughs and chatter of the other patrons in the run downed structure. Dropping her eyes she suddenly felt very much out of place within these confines, the only bar she had ever been in was a sports bar owned by one of her fathers friends that he had taken her a her brother to one year to watch the Superbowl, and that was when she was twelve. the night clubs her and her friends had visited on occasion were nothing at all like this place and filled to the brim with people that were, for the most part just like her. This place was a far from her comfort zone as she could possibly get, yet as out of place as she felt it was still better standing here feeling out of sorts then standing in the frigid pouring rain.