Of All The Tables In The Building (Open)

Sebastian had managed to come up with a little extra money this month, so he'd taken the chance and went out to have a drink. He went to Club 87, since he'd never been there before, but knew that it was kind of popular, and it was in the Muggle world, even though it was run by a wizard.

He ordered his drink and went to find a table, thinking that it was rather interesting in here. Sebastian hadn't come during the busy hour, but it was still slightly busy. There were people milling about everywhere, and he sat in his seat, content to watch them go by. He smiled at a few of the patrons that noticed him, one of which was openly staring.

He didn't take it personally, but he knew that he looked a little, well, lower class than what the club seemed to be. He was dressed nicely, by his standards, but it looked that some of the midafternoon clientele were dressed in their work clothing, and some appeared to be ready to go out for the evening. He wondered where they were headed if they weren't staying here. From what he'd heard, this place was rather... the place to be at night.

Sebastian finished his drink and signaled to the bartender that he wanted another one as he carried the glass to the counter. He felt more people staring at him, and wondered if they had a problem with him, his clothing, or if they were just staring at him because of his looks. He'd heard from a few people at the orphanage where he'd grown up that he should have been a model. He'd only laughed, telling them that he'd not been interested in wearing designer clothes for people to take pictures of him. He'd always been more interested in his music.

He turned back to his table and saw that someone was sitting in the seat across from his. He was surprised. There were other places to sit, so why had this person chosen his table? He moved over to his chair and took his seat again.

"Hello," he said with a small curious smile.

Sebastian