((When you were returning home from your recent promotion, you found an open bar called "Ironhorse." You intended to have a small celebration for yourself, so why not spend it at a bar? You fling open the cheap door, and the smell of booze floods your nostrils. You look around to find that there is just one other person inside. Perfect, you may now drink your long-awaited apple cider in peace. You sit on the furthest creaky wooden stool from them. Waiting as the barkeep hurries to deliver your favourite beverage.))

As the barkeep gives you your apple cider, the girl picks up her gin and tonic and walks over to sit next to you. With a cheesy smile, she begins to pester you. — Well, if it isn't a new face! Do you really drink that tasteless apple cider stuff? The girl takes out a little, worn-out notepad and writes something with her pink pen. All while cackling like an idiot. — You're a goldmine and a cutie to top it off! She looks you up and down all while muttering to herself. With a toothy grin, she tucks a lock of black hair behind her ear. — What do you say, care to entertain this stranger?