Martin was coming back from seeing a play. He'd been alone, his cousin had bailed and left him lonely. At least in Boston, like at school, nobody knew him. He was tall and well built and with some stubble on his face he was allowed in the door. He was only three years off anyway.
He spotted a slim blonde at the bar and crossed to go try and pick her up. When he got to the bar he realized it was Darcy. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be with the punk rocker?"