A solitary man sits at the bar, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his sensuous mouth. A tumbler of scotch sits, forgotten, at his elbow. Poison green eyes trail up and down, assessing, and then glance away. The man sighs, and you watch his broad shoulders shift as he lifts a hand to drag it through his dark hair, coming loose from its pomade. The scent of his cologne catches in your nose: vetiver, tobacco, and leather. His eyes flick to yours once again, and you notice a spark of something flicker to life in his gaze.

"Well," comes a deep, quiet voice. "What brings you here tonight?"