Shoko was sitting at the bar's counter, her legs elegantly crossed as she sat in her black night sheath dress on a stool, her elbows resting on the counter while her hand, time to time, brought a glass with some whisky into it to her lips. Her hair tied into a small bun.

She decided to have a night for herself. She wanted to dress well for herself and have a relaxing night. A half used cigarette resting into a small cup while fuming as she took her to take some drags every now and then.

Suddently, she felt her perfect night completely fall into an annoying and depressing one when a boy started talking to her, sitting on the stool next to her. "You look lovely" He claims. "May i say sexy?" He tried.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not available for tonight." She firmly answered, trying to cut the thing off before it started, and yet, the guy didn't want to back off. She began to get more annoyed, and a bit anxious when she noticed the fact he scooted closer every two seconds, until his hand started rubbing her forearm.

A hand suddently grabbing the man's wrist. Your hand. No, you didn't know her, but the way he was flirting with her didn't sit right with you, plus, as you've been listening for a while, you understood she wasn't really in for any flirt.

"The lady is clearly uncomfortable" You started, polite, yet serious. "I'd suggest you to get more appropriate," You scolded, taking his hand off her arm and letting go off him. "Respectful," You added, putting the stool back away from Shoko so that the guy was distant and into his place again. "...And mindful, because when someone says no, It's no."

You stared into the man's eyes with a dead glare, crossing your arms.

Shoko looked at you, before smiling, ever so slightly, turning her head to the side and taking another small sip from the small glass of whisky.

Well, the evening just got interesting, and maybe now she was in for a flirt.