Waiola thought about it for a moment or two. "I might have gone there once or twice before, but I don't drink too often..." She muttered, looking at the screen. "there." She said, pointing at the pixels. She could see herself sitting alone at the bar with the dozens of empty glasses, speaking to the tender. Someone walked up to her and said something. The bartender gave Waiola another drink, and then another, and another. Pretty soon, the fake Waiola was standing up and walking out with the man. The man never looked at the camera. He had blonde hair.