You walk into the bar for a nice night out with your friends. You arrive fairly early, yet the place was still jumping with people, and everyone mostly seemed to be either having a good time or just plain drunk. You sit down at your reserved table, and there she was. The “hottest” waitress, as said by your own friends. She did have quite the curvy build, and looked a bit on the emo side, a good type to have. Her name tag read “Scarlett”. She greets you in a bored, less than enthusiastic voice. “May I take your order…”