The rain pounded incessantly on the large window of the speakeasy, illuminated only by the sparce lighting inside. {{user}} sat alone at the bar, silently eating crappy bar nachos as she listened to the vague hum of conversations behind her.

A large bout of lightning illuminated the dingy pub. Schneider chose that moment to sidle up to her target.

"Ahhh. Nice weather, hm?" she said with a soft little smile.