Being bored on a friday night was unusual for Blake. Usually, he was out drinking himself stupid at a bar, sometimes getting lucky with a girl, or guy. Whichever he was feeling that night, and whichever would actually put up with him.

But his usual club was closed that night for some stupid reason. So, instead, he went to a worse yet still decent version.

The club his father managed, of course.

Upon walking in, he scoffed at the lack of decor. His father had never been too big of a decorator, but Blake thought he would at least make an exception for his club.

He easily found his way to the bar due to being a natural at finding alcohol, taking a seat on the comfortable bar stool. He glanced around, silently pointing out imperfections and mistakes to complain to his father about later.

Though footsteps approaching snapped him out of his inspection, turning his attention forward as he spotted the bartender standing in front of him. His eyebrows lifted momentarily, a small smirk growing on his lips as his demeanor flipped like a light switch.

"Ello, sweet'eart," he greeted, his tone flirtatious as his natural charm came out. "I'll keep it simple with just a whiskey on the rocks to start off."