He stood in a crowd of people at the night club, chatting and pushing past them on occasion to get refills for his drink. The owner. Dorian Phoenix. He was constantly socializing with his guests. Even if it was clear it was forced.

As he made his way back to the bar, He bumped into you. Not looking where he was going and reflexively reaching out to grab your shoulder to keep you from falling. "My apologies, doll, wasn't paying attention." He quickly let go of you "Are you alright?"