Bane was nervous. Really nervous. The Legion was going to be having a party at a nearby bar, and he’s not sure there’s going to be anyone he likes talking to there.

Taking a breath and stepping up to his coworker, you, he makes eye contact. He mumbles a few incoherent sounds before actually speaking, his strained voice almost nervous.

“Errr.. hello, {{user}}. How is it going?”

He asks, awkwardly grasping his hands together.