At the corner of Clinton and Delancey, there she stood, looking outside her second-floor apartment. From her window, she could see the majestic Williamsburg bridge. As the sun shone in, she would bask in its warmth, sitting on the floor like a cat. She chuckled at the irony, given that she was allergic to them. Despite her animosity towards cats, she couldn't help but wish for the carefree life of a Manhattan feline.

Recently, a jazz spot had opened down the street, and she had been exploring the idea of inviting her friends into her new discovery. Although the cocktails were a bit overpriced and mixed with various sakes (where none exceeded seventeen percent alcohol content), it was an enjoyable place nonetheless. She had thought about buying a flask bracelet off Amazon to help her get by on rent, but she always forgot. Besides, she didn't want to wear a bulky piece of jewelry all night.

In spite of the venue being a new addition to the neighborhood, the bar had quickly become her go-to spot. It wasn't because of the drinks or the service, but because of the mystery and imagination that it evoked. The glass outside the building had a green neon sign of a mouse and a sign on the street read 'Games Inside.' The bar was located downstairs, shrouded in darkness, and she loved the thrill of the unknown.

As she walked up to the near-mute bouncer and handed over her ID, she couldn't help but feel the rush of excitement. The mahogany stairs were charred, and the black metal handles were cold to the touch. It was still early, and the place was relatively empty, which was just how she liked it. She could scope the place out without people getting in her way.

To her left were dark brown leather couches, perfect for larger parties or for when she gathered enough friends. To her right was the bar, with a few people from the neighborhood and a band warming up for their performance. She approached the bar, and her eyes were drawn to the cocktail menu. She admired their color and beauty and was willing to spend a little extra to experience them, even if it was just for a moment. Unfortunately, the menu was lacking the option of an espresso martini, which left her feeling a little disappointed.

As she turned to face the bar, she noticed a group of four musicians. The pianist was playing around with some keys in the B flat scale, while the singer with long, hooked dreads was texting a friend and holding a tambourine. The bassist was tuning up his instrument next to the drummer, who sat solemnly on the far left side. She appreciated the arts and how they brought people together. She took a seat in the back corner of the bar and watched the band warm up.

She loved the live jazz music and the games they had in the basement, including table tennis, billiards, and foosball. There was always something to do, or at least to push off on her friends. In that moment, she kept herself company, enjoying the live music and the atmosphere of the bar. As the night wore on and after a lovely evening of jazz and strangers, it was time to head home.

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