It pleased the old woman that the man had accepted her company so quickly and didnâ€™t tell her to piss off. She didnâ€™t hesitate to accept his agreement to her company either, immediately removing her hands from him and taking a seat next to him. For an old woman she had pretty good posture and didnâ€™t seem like her body had been twisted by arthritis, especially her fingers. It was unfortunate this was a slow night, but this man seemed to be interesting enough company. Ignoring the chatter that had just come through the door she continued to analyze the man she had chosen to be her company for the night, giving a chuckle as she told the bartender to bring her a beer. Maybe this slow night wouldnâ€™t be as bad as she thought it was going to be, she thought, hopefully this man would prove to be as entertaining as he seemed.<br/><br/>A smile touched her lips, â€œSlow nights have their advantages as well, do they not? You never know what you might find out here.â€ When her drink was brought to her she took a few sips of his gingerly. So the guy was a writer? Well that could definitely prove to be entertaining depending on what he wrote about considering writers came in all shapes and sizes. Many more questions began to swim around in the old womanâ€™s mind but she kept her composure like she always did. But that didnâ€™t stop her from subtly allowing her intrigue to show through just a little bit. She chuckled again and leaned against the bar. â€œSo tell me, young man, what sort of good stories are you looking for?â€ She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as she took another sip of her drink, unlike humans it took quite a bit of drinking to get her completely drunk.<br/><br/>The chatter in the corner began to get louder, and soon another group of about four men and two girls walked through the door. She looked over towards the new groups to see if there was anything interesting about them.<br/><br/>â€œAnd now the night begins to pick up,â€ the old woman mused, voicing her observation. â€œMaybe youâ€™ll get some entertainment after all, even if it doesnâ€™t amount to much.â€ The group that entered seemed to be a rowdy bunch though it was difficult to tell how rowdy right off the bat. After a few drinks they were sure to get louder, and then things would start to get interesting. While this bar has never been the rowdiest it does have its moments, part of the reason it was not open all hours of the night with the exception of a few occasions. This night was becoming more and more interesting as time passed, looking at everyone present. With an old woman and a strange man, a group of young people and a group of older people, who knows what kind of fun would present itself. She was a sucker for the unknown but she didnâ€™t want to be surprised if she was let down.<br/><br/>Turning her attention back to the young man, â€œOn the other hand I have high hopes that there wonâ€™t be a dull moment for you here either way.â€ She added with an air of ominous.