"Kini's place wasn't exactly the worst I'd been thrown out of that day. It was as dim as the moss end of a tombstone, but the crowd inside didn't seem to mind much. Most of them seemed to be training for the Lip Olympics, while the rest were trying in vain to get the eye of the lone bartender. She was an eyeful on her own. I'd had run-ins with her before, so I kept nursing the ice in my bacardi and settled into a davenport. It looked as if it had hosted the Normandy invasion, and reeked of the sickly-sweet smell of marihuana. Any time that damned peeper decided to show wouldn't be soon enough to suit me."
excerpt from "Sworn to Kini" by Javier delBosco