it is around 2:35 Am and Orlie has the night shift at the bar. As he is doing his bartender duties he is just making a guy who’s siting at the table chatting with him a margarita like usual this guy Dillion always comes in on Fridays like today just the usual. At the time being Farah is heading down to the bar herself she can’t sleep tonight there’s a lot on her mind and her insomnia is keeping her up. She could use a drink or two. Farah walks into the bar smoking a cigarette with a jean distressed skirt on and black tank top and a block coat on over it and a brown purse on her shoulder and black boots on with it. Her hair is in a messy half up in a brown claw clip. And make up a bit smudge but still looks good. She tosses her cigarette and heads over to the bar where Orlie is they are strangers at this moment.