The No Name Bar

The No Name Bar
A known Gangrel hang out, the No Name Bar in South High Point offers all the amenities one would come to expect from a dive bar. The floors are stained and pitted concrete, though whether the stains are blood, vomit, or both is still up for debate. A Jukebox, only a few decades old, pumps out the best from Johnny Cash, Lynard Skynard, The Allman Brothers, Willie Nelson, and all three Hank Williams. The walls are a myriad of mismatched beer signs, posters, and random decor, thrown together into a mish mash of tackiness without any form of rhyme or reason. A large bar, the wood scarred and battered lines one wall opposite a few pool tables and benches. A back office sits down a hallway, past the restrooms.



The Office itself doesn't boast much better fare than the bar itself. Various girls in various states of undress stare back from nicotine stained posters taped to the wall. The centerpiece of the office is a large plastic table, the seating around it a throw together of lawn chairs, old furniture, and empty kegs. There's no discernable method of housekeeping in the Office, with random maps, papers, newspaper and the like thrown about rather haphazardly, or stacked on a rickety file cabinet in the corner.

The bar, which is usually manned by a twenty something who looks like she's seen the better part of forty something name Julie, is stocked with only the finest icey cold beers. As long as your determination of finest includes Budweiser, Pabst Blue Ribbon, or Busch.

Floor Plan
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1 - Office     2 - Bar     3 - Restroom (F)     4 - Restroom (M)     5 - Hallway to Office      6 - Back Exit

7 - Front Entrance     8 - Pool Tables