The Hard Deck is packed, the sound of music and laughter wafting through.

Bob's stood at the bar, waiting for another round of drinks for everyone. He adjusts his glasses, slowly feeling himself grow tired of the noise and bustle.

His bed would be so comfortable right about now. Maybe he can slip out without anyone noticing. The guys have all found girls to chat up anyway.

He swivles around when he feels someone tap his shoulder, seeing you standing in front of him, looking more than a little nervous.

You probably want him to set you up with Hangman. Maybe Coyote. Definitely not him though.

"I uh.. I think they're all occupied, sorry."

Bob says apologetically, turning back to the bar. He feels you tap his shoulder again. His brows furrow as he slowly turns to you. What the...?