The Hotel Bar

I begin to head toward the banquet hall, then decide better of it, and take a slight right and head toward the hotel bar.

There's nothing that really stands out about the bar. There are about a dozen tables, and a single bar, where an older white guy wearing the hotel uniform is behind it, cleaning some glasses, and looking over the crowd. Aside from that, everything else looks cookie-cutter – slightly shiny bar, darkened lighting, sports on the television behind the bar, and a few open seats.

Looking over my options, I take a moment to think over my options.

Obviously, I could just sit by myself, and give myself a moment to think.

On the other hand, there's a woman sitting by herself in the corner, and maybe I won't need a reason to go to this reunion.

Finally, there's a slightly older couple, sitting by themselves, talking animatedly. Perhaps they'll be interesting to chat with until it's time to walk over to the reunion.