"A backstreet alley with a questionable street performer isn't enough?" he jokes, gesturing over at the mime artist who's talking to himself, which really kind of defeats the object in Danny's opinion.
He drops the pretense quickly, turning them towards the least obtrusive doorway. "I found this place a few weeks ago. At first I didn't like it, I found it tacky, a little silly, kind of annoying, actually. But after I'd been once, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Don't judge it yet, okay?" He nods at the guy behind the bar, every surface a rich, dark wood, surrounded by well-worn furniture and framed photos of sports stars. There are New York street signs stuck to the walls, a neon walk/don't walk flashing obnoxiously on the ceiling and all manner of arrows pointing in different directions: Wall Street, Broadway, Times Square, one way, one way, one way. It's like a love letter to NYC written by a half-blind surly old man. A mismatch of temperaments.
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Date: 2014-10-16 10:31 am (UTC)He drops the pretense quickly, turning them towards the least obtrusive doorway. "I found this place a few weeks ago. At first I didn't like it, I found it tacky, a little silly, kind of annoying, actually. But after I'd been once, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Don't judge it yet, okay?" He nods at the guy behind the bar, every surface a rich, dark wood, surrounded by well-worn furniture and framed photos of sports stars. There are New York street signs stuck to the walls, a neon walk/don't walk flashing obnoxiously on the ceiling and all manner of arrows pointing in different directions: Wall Street, Broadway, Times Square, one way, one way, one way. It's like a love letter to NYC written by a half-blind surly old man. A mismatch of temperaments.
She hasn't seen the best part yet.