Accompany Doll to her friend's bar

You don't give any new instructions, and soon you are at the bar.

"Luby's Low-Bar," according to the sign. The building is short and sprawling. As someone from the city, you wouldn't call it "small," but it seems spread-out and there aren't many people around.

It's also a bit shitty. "Low bar" seems too accurate to work as a joke. There are some closed rooms, but there are a lot of open areas with no air conditioning. The closed rooms have good visibility, probably to avoid the kind of activity that you were hoping to engage in.

Doll introduces you to Luby as "a casual friend." Luby keeps her expression neutral, but her voice suggests cautious pleasant surprise. Luby graduated from high school with Doll. They're 23 and neither of them makes friends easily and blah, blah, blah.

Luby is about a 5 on your scale. She's not ugly, but she's a little too pudgy for it to be cute and she dresses far too modestly to be barkeeping a beachside in a tourist trap. You zone out a bit and look around the bar after telling the girls you "think" you should check the place out on your own.

It was still mid-afternoon on a Friday. There was an unfortunate lack of bikini-clad teenagers. There were two 40-something couples sitting at a table near the bar, and a dirty-looking guy arguing into his phone in a chilled room.

You are curious about him and you are curious about your chances of meeting someone here later on.