You decide to strike up conversation with the bar tender. You figure that asking for a drink is an easy way to start a conversation. You walk up to the bar and call him your way.
"What'll it be" he greets.
"You seem like a man with good taste. Give me your favorite" you answer.
"Alright, don't be surprised if it's a little strong" the bartender grins as he slides you a small glass, "I haven't seen you in here before. Is this your first time at Rust?"
"I guess you could say I'm a new face in town" you almost chuckle to yourself as you know how literal your statement is. You pick up the glass and take a sip, wincing at the taste. He wasn't kidding, the drink was strong!
"I respect you for keeping it down!" he laughs at your reaction to the drink, "Tell ya what, as a welcome to your first night at Rust, I'll give you half off drinks for the night."
"Half off!? If I heard of that promotion before I would have come in sooner."
"Heh, it's not something we advertise. Just something I offer the cuter men to encourage them to come back" the bartender smirks.
"Cute?" You're extremely happy that red tones don't show on your brown skin as you're blushing like crazy. You never expected such a forward response. Unfortunately for the bartender, his pale skin betrays him as it's flush with color.
"Don't get the wrong impression. I'm just saying the more men that buy you a drink, the more business I get" he looks down at a glass he's been towel drying to distract himself. It almost looks like he's flexing as he works the glass and you hear a soft sound of strain coming from the fabric of his sleeves, "I'm sure they'd want name to send the drink to".
"I'm Nirmit, and you are?"
"Call me James" The two of you grow deeper into the conversation as the night goes on. You ask him about his tattoo sleeve and he tells you the story behind each one. He asks you if you would ever get a tattoo and you comment about how you're sure it would show up very well on your dark skin. By the time you start talking about each other's fashion sense, the two of you are practically leaning over your respective sides of the bar and staring into each other's eyes.
"So is it hard for a big man like you to find clothes your size, or do you purposefully wear shirts that look like they're going to rip off of you" you say playfully. He chuckles.
"There's no point in working these arms if I can't show them off! Listen, I have to tend to the other guys in here, but I get off at midnight tonight. If you wait for me then we can spend some time together and talk all about our shirts ripping off" James winks and walks over to some men trying to order drinks. You decide to...