"They say there's a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it's better but I say it ain't
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
Sinners are much more fun...
You know that only the good die young"
Only The Good Die Young ~ Billy Joel
The presence of police and ambulance had dampened the mood at Tabú but, the party was just getting started at another Lincoln Park watering hole. The Liar's Club was an unapologetic dive bar where everyone got along, stereotypes were checked at the door, and the only thing anyone gave a damn about was having a good time.
The facade of the bar was as inviting as a slaughterhouse with its fifties-style yellow brick, glass blocks, weathered sign, and a battered metal door. The interior could politely be described as dark and ramshackle, with a fine haze of cigarette smoke hovering over every surface.
On the first floor, there was a crowded bar to the left and tables on the right. As with any asylum, the walls were padded. Behind the bar were Kiss figurines, velour icons of Elvis, and a rotating lamp that showcased couples engaged in acts that could get them arrested in several Southeastern states. A few televisions were showing Kiss videos and vintage porn. Hanging above the tables were lights with fez hats as shades.
The tiny, crowded dance floor had a mirror ball and pulsating lights that blinked under the crowd's feet. This was a great place to dirty dance with strangers. On the right of the dance floor was a carpeted bench, located in front of the mirrored walls. On the other side was a lounge area complete with red velvet drapes and faux leopard skin seats.
To the left of the bar were rickety wooden stairs that lead to the second floor. The upstairs lounge had black stucco walls, a small bar, Kiss posters, a small pool table, ripped leather seats, red track lighting, and a Kiss pinball machine. The centerpiece of the room was a round, upholstered seat with a giant lighted fez hat in the middle that would make any Shriner proud.
The music played could range from Sinatra to the Beastie Boys to the Beatles to the Ramones, depending on which DJ was working. On weekdays the place would be full of steel-livered regulars, whose hobbies centered on the decoration of their bodies. Since it was a Saturday night, the crowd was a bit more mainstream but, still had an offbeat edge.
No matter what the night, the crowd at Liar's could be a lot of fun, and never took itself too seriously. They welcomed anyone in the mood for some hard dancing as well as hard drinking, and that included humans and paranormals. Relations between the two groups might be tense, and even strained in other parts of the city, but at Liar's, they seemed to mix well.