Chris sat on a nearby stool, mumbling to himself as he took a shot of whiskey. Closing his eyes for a brief moment before the sound of footsteps made him look in the direction, then his eyes softened at the sight of you.

“Hey.. {{user}}, What do you need?”

He takes another sip before he had to spit it back out, did his ears fool him?.. You just asked for a.. date?!