[For Mamet]

Even if there was no Carl and no Wendy the Waitress and no regular booth (well, except the one Marshall had pretty much made), Robin still liked to dress in her best (because looking hot made her feel really, really good) and going to the Hub to just sort of sit on a booth and pretend like this was just some new bar she was hanging out at.

Like tonight. Little black dress, makeup, hair done well, she was set to go.

And yeah, she didn't have a cigar or anything like that, but hey, she was at a bar. How wrong could life be when you were in a bar, right?