Well when I got tired of wandering the streets, homeless as you might expect, I hit up a bar. Not the one I work in now, of course. Found that gem later on. [He takes a drag of his cigarette.] Though, I hope I still have that job. Paid pretty well, all things considered. Ah, but back to the bar. That's where I met a girl named... [Flicking ashes onto the table in front of him while absently leaning back, trying to recall] Gwen? I think that was her name. Blond hair, full figure. [And yes, he's tracing an hourglass in the air with cuffed hands.] Wasn't hard to find a bed that night, or any there after.
Since you want details, she wore a red lace bra. Thigh high stockings. [Heh.] And not much else.