When I first walked into the bar, I was afraid to touch anything. With such a clever name as 'Rick's,' it could only be a low class establishment. I was expecting low; I was not expecting 'hasn't been cleaned since the end of the Victorian Era.' Lindsey must be insane to like a place like this. I ordered myself a drink, but then had to force myself to drink it, telling myself that alcohol must kill some of the germs. If I don't get promoted for bringing Lindsey back, I'm going to cut someone's head off. 

I knew that Lindsey had went out to dinner or something with his small town girlfriend but, from what information tells me, he's in here every night, either with her or by himself. So, to get another crack at him, I had to be here. I was not planning on leaving him alone until he came back with me. I didn't really have a choice. 

I waved off the third guy who was trying to buy me a drink. I was sitting off in a corner booth, but these guys must be able to sniff out a decent looking woman within fifty yards. It's not like they have much to choose from, if what I've seen so far is any indication. I just hope that Lindsey gets over this problem of his quickly and comes back with me before I lose my patience, or, even worse, before the firm loses their's.