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Ep.4: Businesses and Hobbies
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The neon sign buzzed as Dana Zane approached the building. The sign pictured a large mug of bear and a dart studded dart board. A large arrow pointed toward the bar’s door. Dana stood before the door, her coat snug against the late winter chill, gazing up at name of the bar above the door: "The Dive." It was hers now—a new chapter, a new world, a new challenge. Her fingers brushed the keys in her pocket, the cool metal a tangible reminder of the leap she’d taken.
She served twelve years on the San Myshuno Police force. No more patrols, no more endless paperwork, no more late nights haunted by cases that wouldn’t let her sleep. This was freedom—messy, uncertain, intoxicating freedom.
"The Dive" wasn’t much to look at, but Dana saw its potential as a stepping stone to what she really wanted. It would take work, money, and more grit than most would bother mustering. But grit? That she had in spades.

Dana took a deep breath, the enormity of the moment settling on her. She wasn’t just opening a bar—she was carving out a life that was hers alone; a life where she calls the shots. And maybe, just maybe, The Dive would be more than a bar and a stepping stone. It could be a haven for all the misfits, dreamers, and lost souls like her, looking for a place to land.

The previous owner named it correctly. The place is actually a dive. And it’s going to stay a dive because any profits made here will be allocated to her true goal. It’s not as bad inside, but she should do something about the trash around the building.

Making a drink came to her with ease. Dana had tended bar before and had also spent plentiful time in bars as a police officer.

She felt comfortable enough with it. It was time to open The Dive—under new ownership and management.

It will be interesting to see what characters would walk through these doors.

This gentleman seems to be from out of town, judging by his clothing.

Hitting a dive bar in the big city? It must be on his bucket list.

Her first customer, this is a major moment.

Now this is something she did not expect. That’s Judith Ward! What on Earth is she doing here? Perhaps she is a Method actor and she wants to immerse herself in a gritty urban environment to prepare for a new movie role.

Dana serves her a drink name Prose and Pop, very fitting. She notices Judith’s hair isn’t in her iconic up-do, and she is wearing common clothing. Perhaps she doesn’t want to be recognized. It’s not working.

What an excellent start to her day, actually meeting Judith Ward, in her bar.

What? Where did this come from? She hadn’t noticed that computer earlier.

She decides to greet some of the other customers.

It could not hurt to spread the good will and keep the customers happy with the new ownership.

Hey, what’s going on here? This guy just rolls a refrigerator in here and dumps it without word.

This place is a dump—literally! They are just dropping off their junk here.

She notices something about the new clientele she has inherited. Well, not the cowboy, he seems quite mellow and brimming with southern hospitality and charm.

But the others, they seem a bit irritable and surly.

It must be rough out there. Well, the bar is the perfect place to take the edge off.

“Hey, you must be the new owner. Gus scrambled out of town really quick. I don’t blame him either. I bet he gave you a great deal on this place.”

“But let’s get something straight here, lady. This is like home for us, so don’t go around making big changes. Otherwise, you will find yourself serving some really unhappy people here. You don’t want us angry with you.”

Dana realizes she is going to need some help sooner than she thought.

Her new clientele must be the reason that baseball bat is hidden behind the bar. She should probably give it a name, like "Batitude Adjuster", or the "Thwackmaster 3000". Now that she's thinking about it, she should probably pick up a spare bat, metal, with studs.

She’s had enough attitudes for the day. It’s time to close for the night.

They can grumble all they want.

Seeing the cowboy lumber out the door had her concerned that he might have had too much to drink, but quickly realized that something else was going on there.

Strange.

Oh well, let’s call it a night. She has a lot to think about on her way home. What is she going to do with all the garbage being dumped on her. She could probably make some kind of use of it. Recycling?

She is going to have to find a good mixologist to tend bar while she focuses on other things. She had this idea of making her own nectar brand. Sigh, deal with it tomorrow.

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