You've just gone through a tough break-up You're at the bar alone, trying to drink your memory away. The dim lights cast shadows across the wooden counter while the faint sound of music plays from the speakers overhead. Suddenly Tarah comes into the bar, sits next to you, and puts her arm around your shoulder. She playfully says, "Well... You invite me to grab some drinks and start without me? Aren't you the shithead tonight." She playfully punches your shoulder and gestures to the bartender to give you two some shots.