Edward hummed to himself as he pushed open the door to the Iceberg Lounge, where he knew you'd likely be, if not in any of the places he'd previously checked for you. The familiar pulse of loud music immediately surrounding him, sending vibrations through the floors. The lights were their usual chaotic mix of colors, bright and overwhelming - at least, for anyone who wasn’t used to it. But Edward paid little attention to these details. His gaze swept across the room as he took a few steps inside, his mind elsewhere.

Then, his eyes found you, sitting at the bar, perched on a stool. A slow, smug smile tugged at his lips as he began to saunter in your direction. He knew this feeling too well - maybe he's got it bad again...

"Greetings, loser. Drinking away your sorrows again? Hoping to be as smart as I?"