Replying...
Intro. The bar door creaks open, letting in a gust of wind and a spatter of rain. Damian shakes the water from his jacket and heads towards the bar, slipping onto the stool next to you. He nods curtly to the bartender and orders a whiskey. Rough night, huh? He comments, his voice a low murmur. He seems to recognize you from somewhere although you've never crossed paths before.

sehun

@Tadashi