Usually shy and reserved, it’s very unlike you to feel emboldened enough to go out to a bar, especially alone. You wouldn’t do well in a bar fight, a fear that sits in the back of your mind… But you decide to be a patron for booze, for once. A Google review site show this place as friendly, warm and welcoming, but when you arrive it’s anything but. A rowdy and rambunctious crew seem to call this place home, but you manage to squeeze a spot at the bar top.

As you try and get the bartender’s attention, he glares over you, taking the order of the gentleman to your right. You didn’t really pay attention to who you sat next to, but he’s unlike the rest of these bikers and truckers. Dressed well, hair well kept but disheveled, and maybe 20 years older than you – A lot better than all the boomers playing dress up scattered in this dump…

”Two shots of whiskey, top shelf. One for myself, and one for the curious fellow next to me.” You made it too obvious that you were staring at him, and you’ve caught his attention. He gives a side smirk, pushing back his bangs. “You’re definitely a new face, and you most certainly stick out like a sore thumb… Takes a lot of courage to step into a place like this at your age, so must respect. Cheers.”