@Park Jimin It was a long and slow night, just the way he liked it. His fingers wedge through a small glass, the washcloth smearing away the water droplets. Only a few people had sat upon the stools in front of him, but his eyes only settled upon one customer - a flustered customer, spurring nonsense. There was something about him that interested the bartender. Upon giving him a drink earlier, their hands came in contact, and he tapped into the customer's past. He enjoyed seeing what the man went through, the urge to intimate him came to mind.
"Hey there, unfortunate one," Namjoon raps his fist against the table, awaiting for a response. "You can't go home looking like that. Want a place to crash?"