Jake Randolph in "Requiem For A Stripper" Pt. 278

She pulled into the parking lot of a dive called Brannigan's Pub.

Great, I thought. I'll probably be spending the night dodging a bunch of Mick fists.

We walked inside and it was apparently Brannigan's Pub in name only. There was nothing even remotely Irish about this place. It looked like every other sleazy bar in Los Angeles.

There were about 20 people in the place besides us and the bartender. She asked if I wanted to get a booth or sit at the bar.

"Let's sit at the bar for a bit. We can always get a booth later."