Private Finished dazzle me

June could barely remember the last time he went out by himself. The past few months had been terrible on him, his schedule too hectic for anything that doesn't involve club duties and his own academic responsibilities. He barely had time for his friends these days, nor even time to spend on his own. For once, he was actually glad he didn't have anything on him since he'd managed to cross out three things off his list of things to worry about.

Right now, however, was for him alone to waste how ever he wanted and the first thing he decided to do was drop by Club Gambit. God knows he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss the place because he did. He really couldn't remember when was the last time he was there but that was then and here was now. And now, he should have nothing to worry about he could kick back for a moment and relax, put his mind away from stress and just bask in the club's lights.

June stepped into the club, paid greetings to the few familiar faces he'd recognized, made small talk before he made a beeline to the bar, leaning over it as he waved for the bartender for a drink. As much as he missed the dance floor he didn't exactly need to rush; he had all night.

Oh, wow, this was a bit of a surprise. June hid a tiny smile under his hand as the the bartender approached his side; he couldn't help it with how this on had caught his attention even before he'd even said anything. Normally he'd be familiar with names and faces, but he had to admit having been preoccupied with anything but his nightlife had him left out for a while.

June smiled to him, a giggle just hiding behind his words as he spoke. "A Tequilla Sunrise," he said, maintaining some sort of calm in his speech. It wasn't very difficult, to be fair. He'd always managed to look unfazed in front of anything like it was second nature to mask anything else that isn't the image of composure. He played with his hair in a rather cutesy gesture, eyeing the nymph over the bar. "And maybe your name, if you would?"

Real talk, June would be a hypocrite if he said he wasn't any remotely curious of him. It was a rare occurance for him to feel so drawn to people but he'd be damned if he tried denying any possibility of that happening. And right in front of him was the said possibility; more often than not he didn't pay any attention to baristas whenever he was out before -- he'd thrown a few remarks here and there but he was sure he wasn't ever distracted in anyway. June had to consciously look around him than be caught staring outright but he couldn't really help it.

As if he wasn't already caught by his smile, the wink certainly would have had his heart skip a beat. June couldn't wipe the smile off his face, though he was trying to stop himself from giggling uncontrollably. He was honestly wondering what was wrong with him tonight.

"Ruari, is it?", he echoed, trying out the name for himself. It wasn't a name he'd said before but it wasn't too unfamiliar to him; he probably won't be forgetting it for a while. Keeping track of names happened to be his sort of thing after all. On the other hand, gosh, the only nicknames he'd ever gotten from people were just variants of his name and they never had an effect on him but he couldn't follow why 'Sunrise' was giving him butterflies. "Name's June Orwell. Unless I can own Sunrise for myself, I wouldn't mind that too."

This one sure was a charmer, wasn't he? June loved it though. There wasn't any use hiding his own growing smile with the way it reached up to his eyes when he did. It wasn't anything the bartender didn't notice at all either. Instead, June brought his hands down and rested them on the stem of the glass in front of him. Without his hands in the way, his smile was there for all to see, showing off his little fangs. "Is that so? Think these stars could outshine the morning sun?" he sang, batting his eyelashes for the effect.

June saved his response when Ruari turned to another, contenting himself with observing him under the beat of the club lights while he did his own thing. June could appreciate any presentation a bartender gave their costumers but having nothing else to steal his attention gave him the entire opportunity to admire Ruari. Well, he did allow himself a few quick glances if he could spot any familiar faces, inbetween a few sips of his drink.

Once Ruari turned back to him, he didn't even try to look like he wasn't watching at all. "Mm, just starting out the night. I always like a few drinks to start off, you know?" he almost purred. His grin was back, lighting up his even more features under the pulsing lights. "And you know, I'm not really most people; I like a conversation every now and then. So, might I ask, why are you behind the bar and not on the dance floor?"

June loved compliments, he really did, but not everyone gave him one that left a lasting impression on him, nor let him feel a little giddier than usual. That was only ever the case for a very few number of people and it seemed like he just found one of those few. Ruari had an air to him that simply drew June in, making him almost just barely aware of everything else in his surrounding than usual. That was a feat in itself, as June always prided himself to be very attentive to anything and everything.

A small hum went past his lips, drowned out by the music in the background, but the thoughtfulness in his expression was never muddled by the club's lights. "That's too bad," he said, tracing his fingers along the rim of the glass in front of him. June's eyes didn't seem to look away from the other; only for brief moments did he look elsewhere. "Would have been nice otherwise. Any chance I could catch you off duty sometime?"