Babylon is everything you would expect a dive bar to be; outdated, a little dingy, and still smells like smoke from the years when nine out of ten patrons liked a cigarette in one hand and a stiff drink in the other. What isn't expected is just how quiet it is inside. A place like this would be expected to be filled with yelling and hearty laughter from a joke that would get you kicked out of a self-respecting establishment. Instead, a low rumble of voices can barely be heard over the sound of Springsteen playing from the Juke-box.
There are five patrons in the sparsely populated bar, each one of them dressed in the uniform of a blue collar worker. The bartender, a man who appears to be in his early 40s is wearing a tee-shirt, jeans, and a leather vest. There are patches on his vest, though from here you can't exactly tell what they say or represent.
Somewhere amongst the population, you feel the press of a beast.
BP: 2
Remember that this is a new scene, so if you were blushing previously you will need to spend the vitae to continue your blush into this scene.