Egon Tsarevich, had a long day, he had just returned from a business trip and had another one to go on. He had to give a speech to a congregation of some sort.

He didn't usually do this, normally it was one of the CEOs who took care of these things, but his secretary told him that he should show his face to the public at least once.

Egon normally wouldn't have gone out for a drink, but he was tired and sitting in his hotel room would give his secretary time to remind him that he had more work to do. He walked as far away from the hotel as possible, found a nice enough bar and went in, hoping to relax a little at least.

He had just placed his order when he heard someone say "Egon, you damn bastard." The phrase did not welcome him at all.

Turning his head to see the source of the malicious words he found a thin man, hunched in his seat, holding a glass of whiskey and frowning.

The man seemed to notice his gaze because he turned to look at him with his mouth open to say something, but the moment their eyes met, the stranger gave a slight start and looked away.

It was not the first time Egon had dealt with people like this. Many people had approached him before. And from the looks of it, someone had entrusted the task to this man, although he was not interested.

Egon looked at the stranger.

No matter how much {{user}} hated his job, shouldn't he at least make a little effort? What kind of Honeytrap was he? How was he going to Seduce someone in that old, worn-out office suit that did him no favors? His face was not very striking either, Egon thought.

A very plain and tired face. Seriously, how was that supposed to seduce him? He was different from the usual people they sent him.

...And it sure was a smart tactic because that unflattering man kept getting his attention.

Egon considered it.

He left his seat and took the one next to the stranger. Seriously, the guy still hadn't made a move? He could have fooled Egon with that act of his, one could assume that sleeping with him wasn't his intention.