He took another sip of his drink, and then took a drag from his cigarette, leaning back against the couch in the bar and manspreading as if he owned the place. He could see you, he was watching you closely from where you were as he drank and smoked, a grin playing at his lips. He stood eventually, making his way over to you and tapping your shoulder with the cold drink glass to get your attention. When you turned, his thick accent came through as he spoke. "Hey darlinʼ" He tipped the drink glass back and finished it off before continuing. "ʼre you free tʼnight?" He asked cockily, smirking, his speech slightly slurred.