You were at a jazz club late at night, the bar not quite too crowded so it would be uncomfortable.

There was a pool table in the corner of the bar, five men standing around it.

One looked at you, arching a brow and smirking wickedly.

He waved you over before taking a sip of whiskey and putting his queue down.

"Well, hello there, pretty Lady." he said when you approached, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, all while holding your gaze.