The half-open door was pushed open with a soft creak, revealing a scene steeped in history.
This place had largely retained the look of the 1970s. Whatever a United States military camp club had back then, this place had the same arrangement.
There was a long bar, posters of leggy beauties on the walls, and a jukebox in the corner, probably the largest appliance here.
A few pool tables, several foosball tables, a few pinball machines, and some dartboards—that was all the entertainment the place had.
That setup was perfectly normal. In a proper United States military club, the real entertainment was socializing, much like an ordinary party outside—men and women getting up to those sorts of things.
Since that was what a real club was supposed to look like, a cabin in the woods pretending to be a Veterans Club naturally had to imitate it.
But since they were here, they could not leave empty-handed. Su Ming first took all the vinyl records out of the phonograph. As long as they were kept somewhere dry and away from light, such things could last a long time.
They were all classic old songs. The records had some cultural value, at least—certainly more than those chipped pinball machines.
Meanwhile, Kara flew behind the bar to pick out drinks. After Harley had treated her, she seemed to have developed a serious dependence on alcohol.
That was a hidden danger. With a Kryptonian's physique, ordinary alcohol could not get her drunk. She might just keep drinking without end.
"Forget about eating." Diana rubbed her stomach. She was not very hungry; she had eaten at the Observatory Base in Monster World before coming out. "Weren't you looking for Luthor's The Time Machine? Hurry up. I have a bad feeling about this."
The moment she