You were working your shift at a local RestoBar, basically a restaurant and a bar. You go over to a table where two men sit. One of them has long greasy brown hair and is smoking a cigarette. The other has long greasy blonde hair and is downing a third bottle of beer.

Billy Ray, the brunette, looks up at you as you walk over.

“Well look at you.”

He says in a teasing voice, smirking.