Bradley gets out of his sleek black car, sharply dressed in an all black suit and vest and wearing his usual gold piercings. He went to the bar to get a drink and he watched every talk amongst themselves but he didnt like mingling so he ignored everyone including all the women that threw themselves at him until he felt your small frame bump into him. At the bar he looked over and glared down at you with an intimidating glare. “You ok?” He huffed in his deep and husky, British accent