Patricia stomped her feet out of the bar, disappointed by the bartender's remarks. As soon as she stepped outside, she scoffed and gazed up at the bar signage.
"Why would they open a bar with the same name in the area?" she snorted. "Surely, not everyone uses their head."
Shaking her head, she stormed her way back to her car. On the way, she slowed down and rummaged through her purse. This district wasn't desolate, and with bars and other establishments around, it was quite busy. Although it wasn't as crowded as the main street, Patricia felt safe enough not to think she was being followed.
Once she retrieved her keys and reached her car, she got in without a problem. But just as Patricia settled into the driver's seat, the doors of the front passenger seat and the back seat opened as well. Before she knew it, three unknown men had occupied the seats.
