The bar is indeed a dive, but it’s clean and the décor is simple. People come here a lot—the owner is a familiar face to most people in the District, and he’s the one who nudges Wolfgang with a beer, eyebrow raised. Girlfriend isn’t looking so hot today. Sinclair wonders if he should pour them something harder right off the bat.
“Wake up, boo. Time to get drunk.” He sets the drink on the counter. “You look like you need it.”