This thread takes place on the 4th of July. It starts at 9pm.
Hyde & Company. A newer bar in the Sacramento area, it played host to great bands, greater whiskeys, and a staff of people who really, really loved alcohol. So named for its older owner, Jason Hyde, and his wife Sarah, the rustic-looking bar was bumpin'. That was just how it was. It turned into a nightclub on Fridays and Saturdays, and was really starting to make a name for itself for having something awesome going on regularly.
Their 4th of July Stars and Stripes Party called to all sorts. Some people went classy as hell, all nice outfits and beautiful dresses in celebration of Independence Day. Others went the other way. Sleazy was easy. Sleazy was sexy.
Alistair went classy, choosing one of his nicely tailored navy blue Italian suits with an open collared dress shirt... but as he peered over his shoulder at something gorgeous in something tiny, he came to the distinct conclusion that he did not mind it one bit when sleazy was chosen.
"Jason!" he greeted the bartender gregariously, already having been here a couple of times and made himself known. "Let's start up a tab, shall we?" The British accent always drew looks, especially on the Fourth of July.
Good things always happened when Alistair Smith started up a tab.
Here's to America! Long may we get blotto in your honour!