Dutch had been dragged to the pub by some friends of hers - yes, it's hipster, but the band's good! it'll be fun! - and, by the end of the first set, wasn't sure what to make of the music. There were parts of it she liked, but the setting highlighted the hipsterness of it all. That she couldn't really get behind, and she stood out in the pub, dressed in black and greys, everything about her screaming that she would've loved being old enough to enjoy the good ol' punk outbreak, rather than this hipster shite.

She was by the bar, waiting for her drink, when the set ended and the singer promised the crowd 'music you can dance to' in a bit. She grimaced at the sound of that. "I'm not sure I want to know what people dance to here," she muttered, mostly to herself, but loud enough for anyone to catch.

Of course, the bartender was now setting a pint in front of her, so it sounded like she was going to find out.