With a screeching sound, a black luxurious car was pulled to a stop before a local bar in a downtown area. A woman stepped out of the car and handed the keys over to the valet, not forgetting to give him a stern look as he eyed her up and down. A woman dressed in a pair of black loose flared pants with a white full sleeved blouse, surely was not going with the surroundings.
Stella glared at the man for a fleeting second before her eyes shifted to look at the neon board sign. The shabby looking place was called 'Rodeo'. She frowned as her gaze lingered over the broken second 'o', which kept blinking on and off. She shook her head sideways, looking at the neon green board sign. 'If he wanted to drown his sorrows by drinking, he could have chosen a better place.' She thought to herself as she walked up to the entrance.
