A Meeting in a Bar

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.

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