1999

Marshall was in a club but he wasn't particularly in a party mood. No, Marshall was to worried about the girl who was sitting at the bar alone. Marshall was confused, why weren't guys practically tackling her to buy her a drink.

She seemed pretty enough, but no. There she sat alone with a shot in her hand that she refused to just throw back. That was it, he'd made up his mind; he had to talk to this chick.