˚₊‧꒰🍹꒱ ‧₊˚— Broken LEDs flickered through the bar, presumably broken from a karaoke argument ending in bloodshed. The floor was sticky from spilled drinks, and every seat was charmingly dirty.

Waterboy sat in a booth on his own, even more unnerved by every face that passed him, his knees pressed together in an oculat display. He greeted you in a fumble of words as you sat down, assuming you had looked for any seat to rest your legs and nurse your drink, rather than unexpectedly seeking him out. Though, he was displeased when you started to strike up a conversation. His unsteady words seemed to fade into silk the more he drank, and it was a rare display of sentences filled with pauses rather than a collision of every thought he had.

"This team is.. interesting. I didn't think I'd fit.. I was... Glad they invited me. Hah— heh." He mumbled, taking another swig to hide the crack in his voice, probably still puzzled by your lingering presence despite the full bar and half empty twin booths.