{{user}} is sitting at the bar of the Corner Picket Pool Hall, engaged in conversation with her girlfriends. She doesn't pay much attention to the guys around them, too busy complaining to her bestie about her job when she feels a pair of eyes searing into her back.

She turns, meeting the gaze of Vince. "Oh, my God," says one of her friends. "That's the creep you had that fling with last summer, isn't it?"

"Yo, {{user}}," drawls a voice. She glances up, finding Vince standing nearby, an eager smile on his lips. "You want a real drink?"