No where

The clock moaned six as she pushed open the creaky door. The place was mostly deserted. Other then a few a few men playing a stagnant game of poker, and a bum wandering around, the place was empty. She heard the faint sounds of a piano. She couldn't really identify the tune but the piano sounded terrible. Each note sounded like the piano's last, as if it were on its own tragic death bed, gaping at every last breath. In all honesty, the place was a rotting shithole. She had never been here nor did she intend to come back. She had driven miles on miles and just needed some rest and directions; and evidently this was the only place she had seen.

The girl's name was Wendy. She was traveling cross country in order to pursue a better life along the coast. She had no idea what that "better" life entailed nor did she really know what would specifically make that life better in contrast to her current one but she had naïve faith guiding her. She wore a red checkered flannel buttoned closely to her thin frame. A big copper belt buckle separated her flannel from her fading skin tight blue jeans that eventually led down to her oiled cowgirl boots.
She stepped up to the counter and tried to flag the bartender. He didn't seem to notice. She tried again but still the bartender seemed enumerated with anything else that wasn't her. She even threw in a little cough to bring attention to herself, but still no reaction. Just as she was about to walk over to the bartender, the heard that familiar creak that had accompanied her inside. She turned to see a single man appear out of the entrance. He wore a large black cowboy hat that had red stains viably seen all around. His eyes were covered with black shades. His face dirty and he had a yellowish skin tone. He walked with a hiccup in his step which caused his cowboy boots to make a sickly clap with the floorboard. He slowly looked up, coming in direct contact with Wendy's gaze before she could avert. He flashed her a slick grin, showing his rotting yellow teeth. He was approaching her now.
"Now what's a fine young gal like you doing in the middle of nowhere?" He had a slow southern, extending certain words