The alley between the precinct house and the pub was narrow and filled with snow. It looked like the owner of the pub had long ago given up on clearing away the snow, settling on shoveling away enough of it to be able to open the door. Gina had no trouble finding the pub, but only because she knew it'd be there. There were more or less no chance of someone accidently stumbling upon it.<br/>When she entered she took a good look around. The pub was a bit smaller than she'd thought, but cozy in the way only an Irish pub can be. The light was low, some music was comming out of a jukebox, but not high enough to disturb conversations. It was playing "Fairytale of New York", wich Gina found quite fitting on a night like this.<br/>The pub was almost empty, but she imagined it would fill up quickly once second shift got off duty. None of the people sitting there wore uniforms, but she had no doubt they were cops. They all glanced her way, giving her almost hostile looks.<br/>The woman standing behind the bar gave her a cold look. She was middle aged and rather pretty. She had wavy, auburn hair and light blue eyes. She was dressed casually, she wore jeans and a white t-shirt with the NYPD logo on it. "Can I help you, love?" she asked, sounding less than welcoming.