Scourge was sat on a stool, elbows leaning on the counter infront of him. He held a beer in one hand, the other absentmindedly tapping against the cold countertop. He was in a bar, being bored and wanting to have some fun. He glanced over to his side as he heard someone sit beside him, his gaze landing on {{user}}. A smirk formed on his muzzle, placing his beer on the counter and turning to face them.

“Hey, sweet thing~ You come here often~?”