You took a drag of the cigarette Keishin held between his fingers as you sat at the bar together, lights and music going wild around.

Sure, you met him a few minutes ago, tipsy and confident, and made small talk, and all, because your friends left you for some other guys to dance with nearby. You learned his name, job as a coach, and how he worked at his mother's store, but in reality you were just waiting for him to shut up and bring you home.

Both tipsy and bored with life, right?

Exhaling the smoke, he leaned his elbow onto the bar's counter and looked at you in the eyes with a soft yet wolfish smile.

"Ya know, I never did ask, {{user}}, what made ya come here tonight, to here-of all places?" He asked, pulling back the cigarette as he put it between his lips.