"The Nail" - a bar for the "middle class" of Night City. Night City's finest. Boosters, bikers, drunkards, hookers, pimps, fixers, netrunners out of luck and solos feeling lucky, everyone from the area between Battle Zone and Corporate District was to be found here. The bar had a good reputation among the businessmen of the underworld - hardly anybody would shot you just for fun of having a stranger shot, while killing a business partner who sold you fake drugs or failed to pay his debts once too many was definitely tolerable. No burts involving all the visitors, just all the freedom for business, including clean assassinations, without the law enforcement disturbing. I used to visit this place with the team, looking for jobs before we got some reputation.

Nolly was easy to recognize. Pointed feline ears, cheetah fur, feline muzzle. Local persona of the world of exotics. Standing squeezed between two big guys, possibly rockers at the bar, he was waiting for a drink, his back to me, long feline tail waving slowly. I walked up to him and knocked his shoulder lightly. he raised his hand, pointer finger with a claw extended. "Wait. I'll get myself a drink and we can find a table to talk, okay?"

I waited patiently, he took his drink - something fluorescent blue, with a lemon and umbrella, and colorful ice cubes. Not the kind most of customers get.

"Will be hard to find a table at this time of night." he said.

"Got one reserved, in the other room."

We passed by the rave scene, briefly crossing the active silencing barrier zone and entering the dancing floor filled with deafening music and dancing people. The other side of the scene was more quiet and slightly less crowded. Stairs led up to a small balcony overlooking the big chamber of the bar, with the scene in the middle and a similar balcony on the other end. Only one table was occupied by three guys laughing loudly - four other tables were free, but there were "reserved" signs shining on surfaces of all of them. I took one nearest to the wall and waved my license over the sign. It went off with a ding. Nolly took the chair opposite, his back to the middle of the room.

"So? I guess you have a certain business for me", he stated.

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This is a location from an upcoming story, view from the location of said table. Describing the place as I imagined it would be a nightmare, so instead I decided to test my strength at Google SketchUp and came up with this. Anyway, this is the location of the table, the dancing floor is in the middle of the room, the exit to the other room and bar - far, right.

I ponder adding all the stuff that would add life to this - tables, people, textures, lighting, but I'm very inexperienced with Google SketchUp and the story's stalled for 2 weeks due to proofreading and corrections already, so I'd better redirect my strength there.