The music was rhythmic and calming and my tongue whispered, “I’m thirsty.” The sun had finally set and the low whispering and deep blues weighted my eyelids. I pulled the menu closer to my face so I could see the ingredients to each beverage. My taste buds were desperate for something fruity. After scanning over the cocktails I knew what I wanted immediately. Ten Euros was kind of expensive, but I could afford to let loose a little, just this once. I made my way closer to the bar. My eyes passing over all the fancy glass bottles filled with bad decisions and desire. “I’ll have the tequila sunrise.” I struggled to pull my wallet out of my purse and nervously gathered my crumpled/folded bills. I glanced down the bar where there were a few other men and women engaging in conversation. I could see the band playing, the swingin’ sound of jazz filling the air. I expected the noise level from the people to increase, as the music continued to play, but it didn’t. I gave the bartender my bill and moved aside so someone else could order.
   The walls were covered in jazz band posters and metal cutouts of saxophones, trumpets, numerous bass guitars. The most fascinating thing about this establishment was the overhang closest to the bar; it was covered in money from all around the world. I stared in admiration. It reminded me of a place back home. Rudino’s, a pizza joint that I frequently visited would hang different college flags from people that would bring them to represent their university. I would look proudly at the LSU flag hanging from the ceiling. I moseyed on over to a table where some of my friends had already taken seats.  An older gentleman sat at the table to my left. Wearing reading glasses and skimming over some papers he lightly tapped away at the keys on his laptop. I sat down and took a sip of the tequila, orange juice and grenadine topped with a slice of orange and cherry.