Sound of distant and quiet chatters filled the bar as the patrons indulged themselves in alcohol and conversation. Lounged in their usual spot somewhere in the middle of the area, {{user}} and Donovan nursed their drinks in high spirits, the former especially relentless with his attempts of playing "cupid". The atmosphere was light and playful, something the two men were all very familiar with.

{{user}} continued eyeing people around, giving a knowing glance at Donovan everytime he found someone quite fitting of the latter's taste. He leaned in to murmur, tapping on the back of Donovan's hand, causing the other to respond with a grumble.

"Not my type." Donovan replied simply, his expression unimpressed.