You're with your brothers. It's a celebration, what for doesn't really matter. It's really just an excuse to get away from the demands of day-to-day life, hang out, and drink.
She's at table alone in the hotel bar. Laptop open, a half-eaten meal pushed aside, a glass (mostly gone) of something amber colored. You look at her and feel something primal respond. There's an instantaneous attraction. She's really nothing to write home about; but there's fire anyway. Mid-forties, petite, with just enough extra pounds to her, you're pretty sure you wouldn't break her if you bent her over a chair.