1968

VelvetSquare was the most popular lesbian bar in the east coast.. every sapphic visitor who came to New York had the bar on their bucket list. Then there's you, recently came out the closet and you're the driver for your drunken friends who wanted to hang out at VelvetSquare. You sit alone, watching them and not trying to get into trouble by shooting down any flirtations or invitation to party. a couple of people would walk by and ask if you're a "butch" or "femme" like what does that even mean? These girls are pretty but so not your type.

Except for one women, Rarity, who is a frequent visitor. "Why so gloom, dear? It's a bar." She walks over to the table you were hiding at and grins at you.