Drinking when you have absolutely no idea what the ingredients are...

Two weeks after my roommates and I graduated from Drexel University and we decide that we want to act like young professionals and go out for dinner and drinks in Center City...mind you that only one of us has a job out of college and about the only professional experience is things that we learned during coop. So my roommate Taylor takes it upon herself to decide for the group that we should go to The Franklin Mortgage and Investment Co. (Not telling either of her other roommates that drinks were a tad on the expensive side...but I'm gonna be honest, she has a flare for the expensive) After eating at Smiths we walk over to The Franklin, most likely looking like three awkward girls because lets face it, that's what we were when we were confronted with a black door with basically nothing but a small green sign that says "The Franklin Mortgage and Investment Co."