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Scott had found a place to get drunk, as he explained in a long, rambling, typo-ridden text message. It was a bar known as 'The Other Place'. A free standing building in an otherwise empty place in Long Island. Features a huge fireplace, the oddest staircase to the roof and the weirdest clientele. Even apart from that, the place was a sinkhole of weirdness. The previous bar on this spot, had, if you believe the old timers, been absolutely nuked flat. Nuke of all things. Explains why nobody had bought the nearest property. The bar was fine, but the grounds for acres around, just a little hot. Not enough to cause any problems whatever ever, but try telling Mr. and Mrs. Dearheart from Texas that the plot of land they want to build a house on had the scary word radiation. Grocery stores had more. Nobody even needed to tell them about the nuke. As if that was on Google anywhere. And even that wasn't the oddest thing about the place. Verifiable facts placed it with a former brother known in various circles as 'The Lady's'. Not a brothel as you might think, sleazy and nasty and evil. All the employees were there absolutely willingly. Everyone was. That's what the Lady demanded. And what she demanded, went. A few people had caused trouble and some of them emerged bruised, battered, broken or just outright vanished. The bar was also connected to other hot spots, other situations. A place down in Florida that destroyed the mob. Twice. Difficulties with NASA. There was even an old Reddit post that insisted, somewhere in this bizarre timeline, the bar patrons were responsible for murdering Hitler. How Scott knew all this after being in the bar for an hour was not said.
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