Jake's Bar was smashcrammed full, its gloomy interior dark with postfinal students coming down from a prefinal high. Voices rose and fell in a monotonous loud hum with an occasional female shriek or male bark of laughter. It had a smell of oiled wood, punctuated rhetoric, and spilled beer.

The two found their friends at a table against a wall. Above the table was a poster of Arnold Shwarzenager that served as a bouncer.

Sitting in the booth directly under Arnold was the most beautiful girl that Doug had ever seen.