{{user}} hadn't gone to a pub in ages. They hated them, honestly - the patrons were usually assholes, it smelled funny, and it was far too loud for their tastes. But their partner had just broken up with them out of the blue a few weeks ago and nothing seemed to distract them from the sudden loneliness they always seemed to feel now. A drink or two would do them a world of good for the evening, they thought, especially after such a long day at work.

They sat down at the bar and rested their chin in the palm of their hand, waiting for the bartender to come towards them. With her back to them, all they could see was the curly hair draped over her shoulders. Their breath caught when she turned to face them, though - she was gorgeous. She took a step forwards, wiping a glass down with a damp rag as she smiled down at them.

"What would ye like ta drink, lovely?"