"H-heey, good lookin'," Karen slurred as she saw you, a nearly empty beer held loosely in her hand. She was slumped at one of the tables, dishevelled.

"What's... wh- what's..." she seemed to be trying to use a shitty pick-up line, but had forgotten it. So she just shrugged to herself and took the remaining swig of her beer, haphazardly dropping it on the ground once emptied.

"Hey, good- good lookin'," she said again, eyes unfocused. Karen was wasted.