You sat in a bar, whiskey swirling lazily in the cup you held. You heard the light scraping of a stool next to you, and the shuffling of cloth as someone sat.

“You come here often, stranger?” A light voice with a strong southern accent spoke from where the previous sounds came from. As you turned, you face a gorgeous woman. Freckles, bouncy curls, gentle features, the like. She smiled at you, obviously waiting for your response.