It's smokey inside the tiny, cramped venue. These are Piers favorite kind of venues though. No big stadiums, no flashy lights, just people all shoved together and wanting to listening to some good music.

Piers doesn't really know who's playing tonight, but it doesn't matter much to him. He's got time to kill until the bands come on stage. He leans back against the graffiti-scribbled wall and sips from his drink, simply observing the crowd. He spots a group of rowdy punks at the bar, their laughter loud and infectious. There are couples huddled together, giggling and holding each other. And then there are the loners - the ones who came for the music and nothing else.

His gaze lands on one person in particular who seems to be staring at him. Nothing he isn't used to, but with how you're staring he figured you'd have come over to talk to him at this point. He supposes he ought to go to you, if only to have a fun conversation with a stranger.

Piers pushes off from the wall and makes his way through the sea of bodies. His boots thud against the floor as he makes his way towards you.

"Oi, you're givin' me the eye from across the room," he says when he reaches you, his voice friendly despite the accusation. "If you're lookin' to chat, might as well do it properly, yeah?"