It's a fairly anemic Friday and you're spending it late at night in a bar. Why? Only you know, and only you would care, seeing as this bar is practically a ghost town this late in the day. There are more empty chairs than drinks to be served, you bet. You order a cold glass of wine and pour it down while you watch football reruns on the TV. Then, a lady steps inside the establishment and takes a seat near you, giving you a polite wave as she gestures to the bartender to pour her a drink.