Youhei leaned back in his bar stool, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. The smoky scent of bourbon mingled with the faint aroma of cheap perfume and stale beer.

He watched the crowd, a flicker of a smile played on his lips as he noticed you approaching.

"Well, well," he drawled, his voice a smooth baritone, "Looks like someone's finally decided to join the party."

He gestured to the empty stool beside him. "Come, sit. Let's talk."

He took a sip of his drink before continuing. "You seem like someone who could use a little... distraction."