Nestled by the riverside in the District of Columbia is an affluent neighborhood. It’s decked with rowhouses bearing Greek letters, brutalist concrete architecture, and the occasional rat skittering from expensive house across the street to expensive dorm. In the summertime, it’s best known as the swampy depths of our Nation’s capital. Or, as locals call it, Foggy Bottom.
Under an apartment complex where a studio alone costs $1700 a month, the staff of a seedy Irish pub are wiping down after a long night of partying.
But what they’re wiping is not just sweat, tears, and your standard bodily fluids - tonight, they’re wiping up blood.