A priest walks in

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” Father Rico mumbles, twisting the key to the gate, producing a grinding, low clanging noise from the slightly rusted iron. He rubbed his throat, coarse after a full day of reciting prayers. Pulling out his phone, the screen temporarily blinding him in the dim twilight, he navigated to the map, double checking the venue. A few days ago, his friends had invited him to a new bar one of them had opened near the church where he worked. Normally he would have refused, but he wanted to support his friend's new business venture. "Hopefully, they have regular juice as well as beer," Rico monologues.

The small concrete building seemed sandwiched between the shadows of two large, glass skyscrapers. Though, using 'shadow' may not be the best word with the bright, dark blue light bursting through to windows of the bar, and the large neon sign above the doorway. Rico found himself second, and even third guessing, the atmosphere was more seductive than he had expected. Though he considers himself a pious man, and knows that his friends wouldn't pressure him into drinking, he couldn't help but utter a small prayer.

"...Amen." Walks into the bar.