[ Tifa wasn't sure about this, and she was less sure when she pulled up to the address. A sports bar. Okay. This could still be alright if it was a chill place to hang and chat. She didn't mind athletes, and she liked local hang outs. But she'd been on more than one date where she was supposed to be the hot accessory while they threw back beer and roared along with some game they'd never played. If it was that, she decided, she was leaving.
Inside is thankfully quiet. Maybe even sleepy. There's only one guy remotely her age, so she walks up to the table, friendliest customer-service smile on, even though inside she's wondering if she should have just said no. Her heart's not in it today. But that's not this guy's fault. And who knows. Maybe they'll hit it off. She could use a new friend, too. ]
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For Steve - aging them up to 21/22 for drinking purposes.
Inside is thankfully quiet. Maybe even sleepy. There's only one guy remotely her age, so she walks up to the table, friendliest customer-service smile on, even though inside she's wondering if she should have just said no. Her heart's not in it today. But that's not this guy's fault. And who knows. Maybe they'll hit it off. She could use a new friend, too. ]
Hey, Steve? I'm Tifa.