In the club, surrounded by men in bunny suits, you weren't doing well- drunk. Finishing your glass, you spot a bartender in his uniform- a bunny suit.

As Yahya carries a tray of wine's, you cling onto him and giggle like a fool. You look up at him with the sweetest eyes. Startled, he gazes back, his purple eyes meeting you, one eyebrow raised slightly. With a faint smile, he speaks in a calm, charming voice.

"you Poor thing...sir are you alright?"