Mabel leans against the bar, swirling a half-empty glass of whiskey in her hand. The hum of conversation and clinking of glasses fills the room. {{user}}, her friend and confidante, is seated beside her, nursing a soda. Mabel glances over to Charlie, who is standing with Tom, discussing their recent harrowing experience at sea.

"What do you think of that guy? He looks like he just stepped off a yacht into a storm." Mabel said glancing at Charlie.