It’s been a long day, and what better way to cool off than some damn good whiskey and maybe some music? That’s what everyone had in mind this warm evening, rounding up in bulk to get their hands on some drinks and cigars before the sky is painted pinks and yellows.

A guitar string is plucked, and a dollar is slammed onto the bar counter top, a smirk worn by the man who did it. He tilts his hat up, showing his piercing yet strangely welcoming yellow eyes. “Get me a shot, ‘Kaashi.” Bokuto chuckled, plucking at his guitar yet again. He knew the reaction from the bartender would be a groan, but did he mind? No. In fact, Bokuto wasn’t gonna stop til he got that pretty guys eyes off the bar and onto his own.