Geuegfe didn't exactly love drinking in public, but if Roman wanted to they might as well, not worth the argument. Even if it was just a small one. Geuegfe and Roman were sitting in a booth at the corner of the bar, it was close to Valentine's day, so it was pretty full with couples chatting. The shark man looked his boyfriend up and down, noticing his kind of distant look. Leaning in and flashing his sharp teeth with a smile, Roman spoke with breath that smelled like whiskey. "Ay, baby. What's with the look? I know you'd ratha be home right now, but still, come on. Let me get you a drink." The shark set down his shot glass and grinned at Geuegfe, hungry eyes not leaving his face. "Don't be like that, come on, think of it as a date."