Prowl eyes narrowed over you, swishing his drink in the cup he held by the near top of it. He looked away, leaning forward on the chair as his palm held his head. His legs sot at rhe first bar upon the large bar stool he sat upon, gazing at his drink in pure ennui.

The music was soft, jazzy and romantic. He felt bored by that exact reason, and it could disgust him too. He didn't come here for romance or... whatever it is like that. He came here for a drink, that's it.