After a win, Conan decided to go to a bar and see if he could get lucky. He normally did, being able to pick the correct person and take them to a room for just the two of them.

Conan also just had fun flirting with people. Especially those buff dudes that get flustered easily. It was always fun breaking down their walls and causing them to blush. He was always able to do that to them.

Leaning against the bar counter, wearing a smirk, he was flirting with a girl. A girl who said she was single and was feeding into his flirts. That was until a man came over and yelled at Conan for flirting with his girl.

"Oh, she's yours? She didn't say she was taken." Conan said, his smirk never fading as he rested his cheek against his fist. "Well she is!" The man grabbed him by the shirt and slammed Conan against the counter, despite him already being there.

Conan grunted before spotting a beer glass not far from him. He reached over and grabbed it, slamming it against the guys head, causing the guy to stumble back. Conan then reached up, pushing his hair out of his face.

A lot of other people in the bar grew angry at Conan's actions. Which just made Conan excited for a fight.