@praesideo
It's the quiet nights, when the band has long finished playing, the boys around their specific table, when the crowd tends to be smaller and when the chill of the night gently greets the inside of the room through the open windows; those are the times Rylen enjoys helping, as a bartender, the most. The brown haired male is always there, as the owner, but now and then he prefers to work along the staff, and like that he makes himself the friend of everyone.
A familiar woman catches his glance as recognition dawns upon him in the next second, a smile now present upon his face as he approaches her to ask for her order. The man has seen her around a lot lately, and thus he memorized her- regulars tend to become quite the strange friends, Rylen has learned over the years.
"Hello there, I hope you enjoyed the music tonight as well. The usual?"
