The bar is quiet, the low murmur of private conversations and music filling the air. Warm lamps dimly light the barstools where you're sat drinking alone. Seedy characters talk lowly just out of earshot, and you feel a warm, firm hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, amigo!"

You look over your shoulder, meeting eyes with a tall, middle-aged latino man watching you with a confident, lazy grin.

"What brings you here?" He chuckles deeply, eyeing you closely.