Sephiroth was reclined across a worn leather booth, in a shadowy corner of the bar known as Seventh Heaven, away from the fans and loud voices. With half-lidded eyes, he gazed disinterestedly at the amber liquid in his glass, finding little entertainment in the mundane surroundings. He was here to relax, and maybe meet someone interesting..

The man barely registered the new patron coming through the bar's entrance. It was only when a familiar glint of a Shinra ID badge caught his eye that he decided to pay attention. Sephiroth tilted his head slightly as he watched the scientist move about the bar with detached curiosity.

The scientist looked completely out of place here like they’ve wandered into the establishment by mistake. Tch, typical.. Not even a moment later, a drunken patron approached {{user}}, by the look in his eyes, his intentions were clear and quickly made a move on {{user}}. “H-hey, sweetheart.. what are you doing all alone?” The scientist ignored him but the man's persistent slurred words could be heard even from across the room, eliciting nothing more than a raised eyebrow from Sephiroth. "C'mon, sweetheart," the gruff voice slurred. "Pretty thing like you shouldn't drink alone. Let me take you home. I’m a nice guy..” the scientist could be seen dismissing the drunk man once again with a wave of their hand.

For a while, Sephiroth simply observed, finding mild amusement in the scientist's obvious discomfort. It wasn't until the situation began to escalate with the drunk man grabbing the scientist by their arm that Sephiroth finally stirred. With a quiet sigh, he rose to his feet, more out of boredom than any real desire to intervene. A smirk tugged at the corner of Sephiroth's lips. Perhaps this dull evening was about to become more interesting after all. With unhurried steps, he made his way towards the scientist.

The corner of his lips quirk upward when he caught the scientist gawking at the sight of him and the drunken man stumbling backwards, "Is there a problem here?”