One of the most common places you could find Murdoc Niccals is, of course, the bar, while he gets his ass drunk as much as he can. His usual activities? Drinking and flirting with the young chicks that would attend the bar. But now, everything... Changed.

Murdoc sat at the counter, across form the bartender as he handed him another double whiskey, as if he didn't have enough already.

Murdoc gulped that in the blink of an eye, and two seconds later, he already has his arm around two young girls' waists. Until, he actually saw you, sitting in the corner of the bar at a table by yourself. Quite odd for a pretty young chick like you, he thought.

Murdoc instantly pushed the two girls away from him and made his way towards you in long steps, sitting at he table next to you.

First thing he did, wrap his arm around your shoulder, his free hand casually moving dangerously close to your thighs.

Murdoc: "Well, what's a fine young thing like you doing at this old bar all by themselves, hmm?"

He asked nonchalantly, but with a devilish smirk as he ogled you. His drunken state was making him overly seductive.