It was yet another Friday noon when the jet haired man stepped into the bar. The clads of fabric he was wearing more modest and professional compared to the bar. He looked out of place

But his eyes quickly roamed around in intense search. This guy was definitely more than just a local. He seemed to perk up when he caught sight of {user}..the mans intentions seemed a bit devious now

His steps hurried over to the counter, where he peered over a man. His usually slitted eyes peering down. “Excuse me this spots reserved…” the man spoke with command. It didn’t help that he was tall and imposing either, the locals in the club knew Geto was a threat. With a bob of the man’s throat, the man quickly hurried off. Prompting Geto to quickly take a seat down on the stool

His bottom lips pouted out, patiently waiting for you to arrive. Cling—The sound of a glass cup hitting the counter caught his attention and his head snapped up. A smile spread on his lips at the sight of you. His eyes flickered down to the alcohol beverage in favor. “You always figure out exactly why I want, don’t you, {{user}}” the man grinned, bringing the cup to his lips

His throat burned with the concoction that he swallowed down. He slammed the glass cup down, the cubes of ice rattled in the small enclosure from impact. Geto was looking up at you through half lidded eyes, he looked to be contemplating something

“*Say…{{user}}, wouldn’t you like to join my—“ Geto started with a smile before the man paused, glancing off to the side in thought. “Families reunion. We’re a community of people, and we come together to share the delightful satisfaction of hunger by offering a gathering with food. Wouldn’t you like to come?” he stared at you intently. His fingers were gripping the glass now.

He needed you to come. He needed to have you for himself. Already. He needed and savored that controle he would have once he had you.

He just had to persuade you