As Hisano spoke, the face remained impassive- tired even, though there was a hint of bemusement that could be seen as a result of her accidental- or intentional sass. Without breaking eye contact, the bartender flagged down a younger looking woman- perhaps a few years younger than Hisano. 

"Cheryl, watch the bar." The bartender said to the girl, who merely nodded, and took a position behind the bar. "You, follow me." He said to Jessica as he shoved his hands into his pockets, producing a cigarette and a lighter. He led her to the spiral staircase- at which point the big man stood aside, allowing them to pass through.

The big man was handsome, even if his face was rather forgettable- so forgettable in fact Hisano probably would have difficulty remembering what the man's face looked like if she didn't keep staring at it. Not that it made him difficult to notice, the big bouncer was easily over 7 feet tall and as broad as a bear. Everything about the bouncer was impeccable- a perfectly tailored suit, a smart and clean hairstyle with a fashionable beard, shiny manicured nails and a strong facial features. He probably would've made it as a model if he wasn't so big.

If the main floor was the bar, the second level was a cross between a VIP area and a lounge. Music on this floor was much quieter, and less than a dozen souls populated the floor. People smoked on cigars and drank casually with one another while lounged on couches- as run down as the furniture was. This wasn't to be their destination, as the bartender led her behind the VIP lounge and into a rather dimly lit backroom.  

It must've been a sort of storage area for the bar, filled with crates of shitty, synthetic alcohol, and pre-preserved food. The walls were industrial and metallic, and while Hisano couldn't see anything, she got the feeling that there was more to this particular room than  meets the eye. The bartender took a long drag of his cigarette before blowing out a billow of smoke. Now that he was no longer leaning against the bar and in the neon light, Hisano got a better look at him. He was tall, broad shouldered, and had more grey hair than it first appeared. The man wasn't old by any means, but he was several years past his prime.

He closed the door behind him and looked at her for a while. After a short, awkward silence. He spoke.   

"Tommy DeGarro isn't a name I've heard in a while, much less seen. Kid's got a lot of nerve telling folks about other's handles and where to find them. Speaking of, where's that fucker anyway?"