going out is something that scott does quite often. admittedly, more than someone as closely watched as him should do. but here he is, another late night at a bar he can’t even remember the name of. in his defense, it’s the fourth one he’s been to that night. his friends keep suggesting he come to different places and scott just follows along. it’s a good way to ‘meet knew people’ as he so subtly puts it. he’s had his sights set on the male hovering near the bar since they arrived, stealing glances his way every so often. just before last call he decides it’s a good time to step up, and uses the excuse of needing a refill to break away from his small group. scott can handle his alcohol, but he’s had enough drinks throughout the night to be even more forward than usual. he goes straight towards the male, doesn’t even make an effort to pretend he’s actually gone to get another drink. “hi --- sorry, to interrupt,” he introduces himself once he’s close enough to the stranger, “i’m scott, i was just wondering if i could get you a drink? they’re about to do last call, gotta get them while we still can.” @highbrcw