"What'll it be, gents?" you inquire as the two men enter your bar on a late winter night in Wisconsin. A few inebriated patrons and some prostitutes linger, but these two seem out of place—perhaps tourists. You offer a smile to the long-haired man, who appears shy and tense, while the other captures your attention with his cocky confidence, reminiscent of a womanizer.

"Two whiskeys, neat, doubles," he smirks, adjusting his neck chain beneath his blue shirt and straightening his leather jacket.

"Coming right up," you reply with a smirk and set about preparing the drinks, feeling the weight of his stare on your back.