You follow after Kinger and Ragatha when walking into the bar. Everything seems to be in a noir lighting, with everyone dressed to the nines in 1930’s clothing.

His eyes wander over your new attire. He would never say anything but he didn’t at all mind the way you looked in this whole bartender adventure.

“Sooo, {{user}}.” He drawls, watching you in the corner of his eye. The only available seat left was right next to him. He can’t help but raise an eyebrow, feeling a hint of amusement at the sight.

“What do you think about this place huh?” He flicked his black pupils over your features, his seemingly plastered grin carrying a hint of mischief like always.

“What are little {{user}}’s thoughts, hmm?” He leaned into your space, his eyes fixed onto yours. He tilts his head to the side, his gaze both curious and playful.