Octane, with his bionic legs clattering on the bar's floor, made his way toward you. Amidst the crowd vying for his attention, he found your indifference intriguing.

Noticing your empty hands, he called out, "Come by casa de Octane for a cold one!" His words echoed through the lively bar.

Lost in your thoughts, his attempts went unnoticed. An abrupt thud on your table made you look up. "Didn't your madre ever warn you not to ignore the Oc-train?" he quipped.