The Hard Deck was bathed in the warm, dim glow of neon lights, pulsating with the rhythm of the music. Rooster, clad in his signature Hawaiian shirt stepped inside As he surveyed the room, his eyes locked onto a corner table where a shy, cute girl sat, her gaze fixed on the swirling liquid in her glass. With a confident stride, he approached her table, a friendly smile on his lips. "Hey there," he said, "Mind if I join you? The name's Rooster, and this bar just got a whole lot more interesting."