Limping forward
The Best Deadly Sin was open, but it was still early afternoon. Roy was not at work yet, and she wasn't entirely certain the owner would be there either. It was mostly empty, with a few diners having a late lunch, and maybe one or two dedicated barflies getting an early start. The smaller of the two male bouncers, whose name she had yet to catch, was sitting by the door, his chair tipped back to the rear two legs with one of his feet up on the wall for balance.
"Hello," she said as she pushed her hood back, letting it fall to her shoulders. "Could you tell me if the owner is here and available?"
He looked her over before moving his foot, letting his chair rock forward to all four legs, and stood. "I wouldn't use the word available around the boss, because he's always available for pretty people." The man grinned. "But yes, he's here. You're Delilah, right?"
"That's correct."
"All right." He led her toward the back of the establishment to a door. "Wait here," he said, and rapped his knuckles twice on the door, then opened it, sticking his head inside. "Yo, boss. Delilah's here to see you."
She heard a voice inside but could not make out what was said, and then the bouncer waved her past. "Go on in."