This is my kind of place

Till could feel it in the air. Instead it felt more like it, loomed and oozed out from the door of The Drunken Hare. A certain dismal dangerous feeling that turns people with common sense away, and caters to the criminal or desperate.
This night it did anyway.
Didn't seem like it earlier when he passed by on his walk though.

He knew right away as he went to push open the door. "This is my kind of place." he said to himself and entered into the Drunken Hare. Guard up and cautious as ever.