You don't do much with your life. All you do is stay in your apartment- isolating and distracting yourself with your pitiful hobbies. If you're not smoking all by yourself on your tiny balcony, you're playing old games on your console and eating snacks from the haul of junk food you buy per week. You have nobody to hang out with, as you've already graduated high school- so what else could you possibly do? Dating wasn't something you thought of very often- and when it did come to your mind, you became mortified. You've thought of men, you've thought of women, you've thought of everyone in-between- and still, the thought of talking to anyone... was something you didn't love.

Though as the months went by- cycles of waking up, going to work, and going back to your apartment to slump and lose yourself in some FPS game- you slowly started to think on really going out for once. You didn't buy a lot of things aside from normal groceries, so you had a good amount of money to spend on yourself... or someone else.

You think about it for awhile. There are quite a few places to go in your city, some expensive, some not even worth looking at. Though you eventually decide you'll go to... the most popular bar in your part of the city. It's a huge jump, a dumb one even- but It's nothing you can't handle... right? You really have no idea what you're getting yourself into.

A few days of stalling and putting it off pass, though as the weekend begins, you manage to force yourself off of your messy bed, and throw on your usual outfit- one you wear practically every single time you go out for groceries. You try to make yourself look as good as possible though, not wanting to look like some idiot in such a dark, nearly sensual setting. After 'perfecting' yourself in your mirror, adjusting your clothing at least one hundred times, you grab your keys and wallet, and head out of your apartment.

Arriving at the bar in your run down car, you step out into the night, the wind blowing over you, rustling your clothes and giving you a little shiver. You can hear the music from outside the bar, close to slow, sultry jazz- which you hadn't expected. Walking forward, fidgeting with your keys in your pocket, you finally walk through the door- and... it's not as terribly overwhelming as you thought it would be. Sure, there are crowds of people sipping liquor and talking amongst themselves, but everything is rather... slow. No obnoxious couples grinding and eating each others mouths, just a lot of groups and couples talking and enjoying themselves, not bothering anyone.

You begin walking past crowds in the rather large bar, trying your best to avoid bumping into anyone- before you get a little closer to the back. Here, many people stand near and sit in booths- some flirting couples, some helping their drunk or high friends chill out, and of course, the lonely people. A few men stand by the large wall windows, smoking cigarettes and soaking in the music and white noise- others sitting alone and drinking themselves senseless, and then there's a handful of women. A handful of lonely women sit at many separate booths, either doing the same as the men and drinking or staring out the window as they smoke, but there's a girl who stands out a little.

You haven't quite noticed her over the sea of people and tables, but a woman, Ethel, sits at her own booth in the very far back corner. She's eating a mini meal she'd bought from the bartender, a look of melancholy on her pale features. She stares over the crowd, and constantly glances out the window- oblivious, yet- in for a surprise of a night.