Music had always been a distraction for Satoru, he never liked it as much as his peers. That was until he was dragged to a bar by Shoko — claiming he needed a beer because he was too high strung. Satoru took one sip and spit it out. Beer was not his favorite. He apparently didn't like alcohol.

So he decided to walk away from the bar. A band was playing in this place, and Satoru was curious. Most of the band was ... what looked older, stickier men. Until he looked at the bass player. Perhaps that stereotype of bassists always being hot was true because they were beautiful. Satoru didn't know how to approach them!

It seemed the set was almost over, everyone was clapping. Satoru caught himself with his hands pressing together. He had to get their name at least. Maybe number if he was lucky. But Satoru felt like a fish out of water. He caught himself ordering some cocktail, Satoru just hoped the sweetness was enough to wash down the alcohol.

The bartender was judging him, as he sipped the drink. It was almost too sweet. Just then, Satoru was about to place another drink order for water, when he heard the bassist talk over him. "Huh? I don't..." he stammered, staring at them. They just ordered him a drink. With a million dollar smile. "Uh... thank you?" Satoru whispered, fiddling with his shirt cuff. At least he didn't have to approach the bass player, they approached him.