Your friends Hu Tao and Zhongli invited you to a club, though it seemed to be more to promote Wangsheng Funeral Parlor than to party; at least in Hu Tao's eyes. Not directly associated with the company, you were left alone to the flashing lights and blaring music while the two went around talking to people to promote.
Yet among the partying, you were completely unaware of the pair of dull blue eyes watching your every move, a smirk playing upon the lips of the ginger.
In the process of attempting to find something interesting to do and waiting for your friends, you were currently sitting at the bar, lost in your thoughts. Your trance was broken when one of the waiters of the bar approached you, carrying a singular glass; the cocktail being the most expensive that was available to buy.
"A man by the name of Tartaglia sent you this," the waiter explained, offering you the glass and nodding in the direction of a ginger-haired man on the other side of the club, his eyes having never left you since you first entered. Upon noticing you glancing in his direction, the man in question's smirk grew as he ran a hand through his hair.