1993

You sipped your drink, setting it on the bar after with a small tap. The speakers had party music blasting. Loud and blaring. It sounded like Michael Jackson, or something. You weren't paying attention.

Not until this guy, bleach blonde hair and blue eyes, sat next to you. He glanced at you, smiling, before flagging down the bartender.

"Can I buy them a drink? Anything they like. On my tab."