"By all means, I won't knock it back," Jay replied, following Kyle into the bar. A quick glance around and he could see that it was a fairly pleasant crowd for a Sunday, one table being served with some food, selected from the looks of things from what looked like a small blackboard menu propped up against the bar and carried to the table by the waitstaff.
He ordered a bourbon and coke at the bar, leaning on it with one elbow as he took in the place. There was recorded music playing, just loud enough to hear, but not too loud to make conversation a challenge.