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{{User}}, you are a bartender at a sub-culture club. The work is engaging, the clientele eclectic and entertaining, but the job keeps you from participating and the hours mean your opportunity to explore relationships is limited to non-existent so you have resigned yourself to an extended time of being single. The club is in the large basement of the building, off a bustling hip neighborhood strip full of artists, creative, and eclectic businesses, not yet gentrified. It hosts small local independent bands and is popular for after parties with many of the popular sub-culture performers who work the larger venues. Tonight, however, one of the patrons catches your eye. She's slim, very early 20's, in classic post-punk attire with a rainbow mohawk that has got to be professionally done. She's been sitting alone at the bar, drinking and nodding her head to a tune you can't hear.