Evelyn took her usual seat, at the far left of the bar, where she could observe the entire club.

A regular at the club, she was probably the oldest patron at the club.

Still an attractive woman, at 50, she prowled the club hitting on the young men.

"Here you are," the bartender smiled. "Your usual."

"Thanks, Will. You are a sweetie." She immediately turned her attention back to the main section of the club.

She sipped on her drink.

Evelyn and her late husband had met at this very club some 30 years ago, when it was Pete's Pub.