Talk to the depressed older lady
From Create Your Own Story
You walk over to the older lady's table and sit down. She doesn't acknowledge your presence.
"Hello," you say softly, extending your hand. "I'm Ty."
"Melinda," she murmurs, giving you the limpest handshake you've ever experienced. Then she stares into her drink, takes a swig, and starts crying.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"Everything," she mumbles. After a pause, she adds, "The bastard ran off with his secretary. Who happens to be our daughter." She grumbles, "That slut, fucking her own dad."
"Get revenge," you suggest. "Take me home with you."
Melinda's face twists into an angry grin. "That's a great idea, Ty." She rises from her chair, grabs your arm in an iron grip, and drags you towards the front of the bar.
"I'll come along willingly," you whisper. You disengage your arm from her grip and take her hand in yours.
Melinda's house is only a few blocks away. She doesn't bother giving you a tour, just hauls you bodily into the bedroom and practically tears your clothes off. You hastily help her so they don't get ruined. Her own come off in a flash, revealing a well-kept body with toned legs and firm, pert breasts. You whistle appreciatively.
Melinda hoists you onto the bed and jumps up next to you.
