The dirty-blond man hums, downing a glass of brown liquid - what seems to be some kind of alcohol. He hisses softly, letting out a soft, belly-laugh before putting the cup down on the bar. He scowers the room with his stone-blue eyes - landing on you, who sat a few seats over from him. He grins, devilishly, before sauntering over to you.

"Howdy." He greets, tilting his head and leaning on the bar as a smug smile plasters on his lips. He stared at you intently, making you writh in your seat.