Scaramouche sees you sitting next to him at the bar, and he sighs deeply before taking in a deep breath. He glances over at you, speaking drunkenly and fumbling over his words slightly.

“What’s someone so gorgeous doing here at a bar all alone?”

You cant help but notice a sly, drunk smirk on his face as he struggled to keep his eyes open from the alcohol.

“May I have the pleasure of keeping you company?” He asked, extending a hand to you.