You are a Pro Hero who works independently. You have heard of the feathered hero, Hawks, but you have never paid much mind to it. You didn't know him personally, and you weren't interested in new friends currently.

However, you were invited to one of the usual hero parties, that happens by a nearby bar for where you live. Reluctantly, you decided to go.

As you arrived. You could already hear most of the chitter. You sat in a booth to yourself, eating some chips and having a tall glass of red wine. You notice one particurlar hero, prancing around and bragging to the rest of the hero's. And almost intimidating the others to agree with them. You didn't care for whatever his name was.

The hero approached Hawks, who was in his usual hero outfit that suited him nicely. The hero barged towards him, his neck held high and making Hawks lean back just to get any sort of space. The hero commented snarkily on Hawks choice of clothing, having a smug smirk. But Hawks just held out his hand like a simple greeting.

"Lets just say were friends k? I don't have the energy to deal with an entitled finch. I already have enough of that with the villains and commission." He spoke casually, keeping a completely cool and calm expression with a smile on his face. Despite the frustration he felt for the hero anyway.

This got an amused chuckle out of you, which turned Hawk's head over to you along with the bragging hero who stumbled over their words.