Lipsweet of Atlantic City
Lipsweet was a shadow-strewn nook near, but not adjacent to, the Boardwalk. When it was quiet outside, which was rare, Desmond Talley could hear the waves lapping at the beach. Lipsweet was not an inviting bar, and it was in a tucked-off corner of Atlantic City. There was no signage.
That was deliberate. It was a dive bar, and it was one of the few bars in Atlantic City that was just for locals. Supposedly, it wasn’t legal to make that official — racist, somehow — but tourists would never stumble across an unadvertised bar with no sign and whose door wasn’t visible from the street and didn’t look like a commercial entrance.
So tourists never came in. Desmond liked that, even now that Atlantic City was a down-market tourist city. It still attracted lots of spring breakers, poor New Yorkers on a discount holiday and deadbeat gamblers. That had led to a lot of crime and hand-wringing articles in the local press about how to turn the city around. The answer was to vote for some jackass or another. Desmond stayed outta politics.From Desmond Seeks Alphas