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"ME?" the tall woman says, shocked.

"Yes, you," you tell her. "But the way you were glaring at me, I didn't figure I'd get anywhere."

"Well, you're definitely not my type," she states. "So you were right, you wouldn't get anywhere."

"So, let me talk to Louisa in peace then," you tell her.

About 20 minutes later, the tall woman and Louisa are ready to leave. You smile at them and wish them good luck.

You Decide To:
*[[Look for another woman to talk with in the bar]]
*[[Drink screwdrivers until you get completely shit-faced]]
*[[Leave the bar and wander the night some more]]





[[Category:Ty's Story]]