I grew up rather sheltered. Then I got married right after highschool. My husband (boyfriend at the time) is the one who took me to a bar for the first time, a few days after my eighteenth birthday. It was 7:00 PM on a Wednesday. There was almost no one else there. Since then, I think I’ve been to bars maybe three other times. Yeah, we’re party animals!
Now, I’m trying to write a scene that takes place in a bar. It’s a similarly slow night. But somehow, I need my character to meet antagonist #2 at this bar. And like him. And trust him.
What does one say when meeting someone at the bar for the first time? I suppose they could talk about the weather. It’s February, and it’s snowing.