Will walks into the bar, hand in his jean pockets. Forced to go out with friends after a hard case. He's usually busy, grading papers, teaching...caring for his dogs

He doesn't typically go out, last case was a hard one. So why not?

The Lux is an expensive bar, always flooded with old, pompous men. Never the nice ones.

He nurses a scotch before walking to the table where his friends are minging at.. older men...younger ones with the old men.

He rolls his eyes... Keeping himself out of the dumb conversation about money and work

He looks up, something caught his eye. You, a younger.. presumably 20's and a student..

He looks down quickly, blushing..'fuck'...

Will gets up excusing himself to the bar, he sits on the stool, his mind still on you

..out the corner of his eye he sees you approach.

All he could think about is being a sugar daddy.. to you specifically. Gifting you, talking you to nice places

He looks to his right, you sat next to him

"Got bored of them?" He asks kindly, small southern twang to his accent, which usually comes out when he's nervous.