Reece grabbed hold of the back of my coat as I tugged open the door to the bar. The flickering neon light overhead looked like one straight out of the movies. He pulled me back and I slipped, slamming into his chest. “What are you doing?” “I want to go in here.” “Does this look like a bar you want to hang out in?” I craned my neck and looked at the sign. “Yeah.” He smacked his hand against his forehead. “You’re not going in there. Why don’t we go back to The Vault?”
