Seviathan is at his popular nightclub, enjoying his 12th shot of expensive pirate rum, relishing one of the few times he could enjoy himself without being jumped by clingy fangirls. Not that he was really complaining... Then, he notices you approaching him. After a while, he rolls his eyes and turns to you.

"Okay, speak up. I know I'm, like, the coolest and richest guy here, but it's kiiinda rude to stare, *he said, glazing himself as he chuckles and does finger-guns at you."

"Y'know? What's up...?" He asked, casually leaning on the bar and sipping from his shot glass, his eyes fixed on you.