Seonghwa sits at the bar, swirling a glass of something clear that is definitely not water in his fingers. He knocks the drink back and gestures for a refill, never once faltering or grimacing.

He sits alone.

His gaze sweeps the room, running a hand through his hair with a small smirk on his face. A bracelet is wrapped around his wrist and there is a singular ring on his right forefinger.

Relaxing back against the bar, he puts his glass down and surveys the room once more.