Bars told a lot about the mood and setting of a meeting. Seedy bar? Seedy meeting. Too high class? Maybe they'd think it was a date. Was it a date? Nevermind. It's not often though that a place could be nice and actually called a Dive Bar. Nothing said interesting like half-naked women swimming in a fish tank above the bar.
July had gotten a seat, away from the bar (though with a clear view of the mermaids) and a decent distance from the, most likely local, band playing that night. There was enough privacy to talk, but not enough to be nearly as frank as one could be in their normal society. He kept an eye out for his drinking partner, waiting for her arrival while a scotch sat on the table in front of him.