He's distracted ; dark eyes staring out at the stage as if he has no where to be. Though there's hardly a rush to return to reality , everyone in the club seems to be enchanted by the group on stage. It isn't the first time , and it won't be the last - - but still he can't help the reaction it draws from him. He swallows after a moment , glancing down at the glance in his hands as he settles it back into it's rightful home. Adam .. he believes that's his name. He had heard it countless times when crowds ran to greet him after the shows. And as much as he wanted to get close , he was always pushed to the back. He was nothing but a bartender after all , right ?
The club begins to thin out , the excitement of the night dying down as the band plays the last set. The bar is clear for once , and he moves to the outer seats to wipe down the marble. As he turns the corner he suddenly collides with a body , stumbling back a few steps before catching himself on the edge of a stool. After a moment of collecting himself he looks up with a apologetic stare. ❛ I'm really sorry I didn't - - ❜ He pauses , hues widening as he stares at the man before him. Adam . And he suddenly loses the ability to speak for a moment. ❛ see... you. ❜ He finishes a bit nervously before pressing his lips into a thin line. ❛ Uh.. you were really good tonight. Well.. every night you play. ❜