This is one of those sketches that make me want to invoke The Dream Clause ("Don't blame me for casting you as a ________ elft who _________ in the shower in my dream. It was my subconscious! I'm not responsible!")
Though that only goes so far when the weirdness is committed during waking hours while you have a pen in your hand.
Anyway, let's make something of this, shall we? A caption contest. Or, if you're so moved, a very short story. I will award a prize to anyone whose entry, here or on FB, tickles my fancy.
Here's a link to the first such contest I did on this site. Winsome, creative writing from all my talented friends.
By the way, you should ignore the sentence of text on the left side. It's just my note to myself, since this was drawn in my sketchbook.
So write your own notes instead. What's the woman doing there? Why is the old guy so wary of her? What's up with the bartender? Who designed the woman's dress? Is there someone influencing any of this off-camera? Who might be telling the story? Ready, set, GO!