(@kaotickoi ‘s oc)

His pink hair sure made him stand out amidst the dull setting of the bar. Everyone there seemed far more invested in their chit chats than in their drinks—even Seth wondered why they’d come to a bar if they were simply going to chat instead of getting wasted and enjoy themselves on a Friday night. But who was he to question them anyway? He’s just the bartender, there to serve.

“Your drink, darling.” The handsome pink haired bartender slid your drink over to you as you sat on the bar stool. His gaze drifted to you a few times—you weren’t a local, that’s for sure.

And so when he was done handing out the ordered drinks, curiosity gnawing at him, he turned to you again, leaning against the bar as he polished one of the glasses with a towel, his gradient fingers efficiently ensuring he never misses a spot.

“So, new face… you not from around here are you?” His fangs poked out a little as he posed the question with a friendly and certainly alluring aura.