Dive Bar

You decide to stay local and walk to the dive bar about three blocks from your place. It's very cold, but the rum warms you up a bit, and you're feeling fairly drunk by the time you arrive at the bar. The doorman nods you in, as he's seen you many times.

Looking around, there are only two women in the whole bar who catch your eye; one is a tall, slender brunette with her hair tied up, wearing a Red Sox t-shirt. The other is the bartender, who you've never spoken to, though you know her name is Lindsay. She's slightly older looking than the other, and is shorter and more spritely, with short blonde hair.