Go out

Ah, what the hell. When in Rome, right?

In half an hour you're showered and dressed, and ready to head out for a night of adventure. You let your housemates know as much, and Elaine just laughs while Gordon winks at you.

"Enjoy the... sights, Jack," your friend says, and your rolls your eyes.

Doing a quick check to make sure your phone is charged and that you have this address in your notes in case you need to get a cab back, you pull up google maps and look for the nearest bar. You're pleasantly surprised to find 3 within walking distance, even if happy-hour was two hours ago.

Of your options, you just settled on the closest one: G-something. Like you read the whole name, you're just going to let Siri take you all the way to the doorstep. Lazy? Yes. Do you care? Absolutely not.

It's a cozy place, actually a bit cozier than you'd been hoping for. but that doesn't mean much when you notice the very obvious half-clothed threesome taking place off in one corner. It's hard to take your eyes away from the scene, two men spit-roasting a lady over the table. You aren't the only one watching, but the look on your face must give away that you're a new-comer to Little Whesk, because the bartender chuckles as you sit down on a squeaky red bar stool.

You feel the need to defend yourself, somehow, but she beats you to it.

"Just visiting, or moving in?" she asks.

"Uh... moving in," you say, turning to face the woman before looking away again to glance at the menu. Not that it'd really affect your order, you just get a light beer. You're not really here to get drunk, after all.

She nods and gives you a knowing look before getting you your drink. You decided to take a look at the rest of the people occupying the space, making sure not to stare too long at any one person.