Sacramento was full of various dive bars. Some tucked away and hardly visited, some a little more popular. But there was only one Dive Bar. The name doesn’t give much away, nor does the front of the bar, unless the mermaid on the sign stands out to you.
Once you enter, you understand the name. Above the bar is what at first glance was a giant fish tank. The tranquil blue waters bubbling, but no fish are to be seen. Instead, they had mermaids. Well, woman wearing mermaid tails who had trained to swim gracefully in the tank, smiling and waving. It was really a unique bar.
Off to the side of the bar, in an alcove, are tables with black leather chairs around them. Set back and away from the crowd, but with the mermaids visible and a little quieter. Chandeliers give off a warm, not bright glow, and it was a good place to relax and watch the area.
This is where Ale sat, a book in her lap and a drink on the table in front of her. Casual in a bright green tank top which showed off numerous arm tattoos, her hair in a ponytail, her lips red. Not only did she have a clear view of the bar and the patrons, but the door as well. Sipping the drink, she casually turned a page, wondering if any excitement would be had this evening. With this being a new place for her, there was no telling what or who she might come across.