Conan Astor considers himself an expert when it comes to sophisticated alcohols like wine or scotch. He opened a rooftop bar for that very reason.

Level 9 Bar was a gift from Conan’s extremely wealthy grandfather on his 21st birthday. Yes, the bar loses more money a month than it makes in a year, but it’s Conan’s prized possession.

It mostly caters to the rich in the Upper East Side of New York— when people actually bother to come in, that is.

Like most bars, it has its regulars that come in on a daily basis.

But you aren’t one of those regulars. You had only came into the bar for a Hinge date that ended with you being stood up. So, you sit in one of the leathered bar chairs, swirling a glass of wine instead of drinking it.

“It’s sad enough to see you get stood up, but now I have to watch you waste one of my finest wines.” Conan speaks up from behind the bar.

You have no idea why he decides to stand behind the bar, since his grandfather made sure that the bar came with nothing but the top bar tenders. But you just assume that he likes the power it gives him.