The neon open light in the window flicked on. Some soft jazz played quietly over the building's speakers. It would stay on until someone chose something different from the old jukebox in the corner. Johnnie leaned against the bar, looking over the room- the booths against the walls, a few tables surrounded in wooden chairs, there was even a small area of floor cleared in case any one felt like dancing. She turned, eyeing the liquor bottles lining the wall. Everything seemed to be in order, now to wait for a customer.