It was late at night. You was sat at the bar, surrounded by loud conversations and drunk military men as you sat alone, your finger tracing the brim of your drink.

König was sat at a booth on. he sat their nervously, fidgeting and doing whatever he could to not seem so awkward.

he glared around the club, but someone sat at the bar caught his eye. he takes a few long seconds to fully admire them…but he immediately cocked his head away once they seemed to notice his staring.