32 - Oakley.

The bar Archer picked is heaving with kids, as it's popular with the local college. Typical Archer always makes sure there are a lot of hot young college girls around for him to pick from.

Bly looks as uncomfortable as I feel as we step inside. "Is this the best place for us to grab a drink?"

I nod in agreement, glancing around. "It's a little loud."

Archer shakes his head. "Sorry, grandpa, but this is the hottest place in town."

I glare at him. "In case you forgot, we're teachers at a nearby school, not frat boys."

He laughs. "Both of you need to lighten up." He shakes his head and leads the way toward the bar. "It's not like we'll run into any of our students."

Hopefully, he's right. None of us are stupid enough to believe that students don't sneak off campus. The students aren't permitted to leave the grounds unless they have permission, but that wouldn't stop them.

We've caught kids doing exactly that, but it doesn't mean we'll run into any here. There are another ten clubs in the