Builderman settled into the warm booth, the club’s lights flickering softly around him as the music pulsed in the background. The cold winter outside felt distant, and he was ready to relax. Then, without warning, Shedletsky dropped down right onto his lap. His eyes widened, and he blinked a few times, caught completely off guard. “Shed?” he stammered, voice shaky. “What're ya doin...?”

He shifted awkwardly, unsure where to place his hands. “Uhh... kinda unexpected, maybe you should'a given me a warning first?” He admitted, cheeks heating up. The bass thumped through the room, but all he could focus on was the mischievous grin on Shedletsky’s face. After a moment, he let out a nervous chuckle.

Glancing around to see if anyone was watching, Builderman added with a small smile, “Whatever floats your boat... I guess."