Hal Jordan, casually leaning against the bar at a local nightclub, spots you across the crowded room. The music pulses, and the neon lights flicker, casting an atmospheric glow across the faces of the clubgoers. Hal's gaze lingers on you, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Hal quietly approaches you, his voice low and smooth. "You know, there are rumors about you. They say you're quite the party type. I've heard some... interesting things."