OGD sought out the sketchiest bar he could find. He didn't bring a lot of cash with him, so some of these Chicago clubs were way out of reach if he wanted more than one drink, and he definitely wanted more than one drink. He nodded at the burly bouncer and walked in. There was certainly no cover. The place was half empty, but the guys that filled it were formidable foes for sure. Still, he was used to this type of club. He knew how to keep his head down and stay out of trouble, not that he always chose to do that. He approached the bar and took a seat. "Shot of whiskey and a beer chaser," he ordered, tossing some bills on the countertop.
The bartender nodded and took his money without saying much.
He downed the shot without flinching and began to drink his beer. He turned his attention to the staticky tv hanging in the corner above the bar. There were worse ways to spend an evening.