Sneaking Into a Bar

"My cousin works at a bar downtown." Phil informs you, "We should go check it out."

That brings back a tinge of anxiety as you've never had a drink before, but you nod and say "Sure, if you think it'll be okay."

"It'll be fine." Phil reassures you.

Half an hour later, as the sun is going down, you're pulling up to a brick building covered in bright graffiti art. A sign above the door reads: The Slaughter. "What kind of bar is this?" You ask, having only ever seen the small country bar in your hometown.

"I think it's like a big underground music bar." Phil answers. "My cousin is always posting pictures with bands I've never heard of. Punk bands and hipster shit."

You're not really sure what that means, but as you approach the door your stomach is churning with nerves and excitement.