The bass thrummed through the floorboards as warm liquid splashed across your boots. You looked down at the dark stain spreading over the leather.

He pulled a napkin from somewhere and started dabbing at the leather, his broad shoulders hunched as he worked. A silver chain slipped out from under his shirt collar as he moved.

He was tall. Tall enough that you had to tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. Dark curls fell messily across his forehead, and there was a glint of metal in his left nostril.