H was leaning against the bar, his straw between his lips as he greedily polished off the rest of his smoothie, a disappointed sigh spilling from his lips as his straw ceased to give him any more of the delicious drink. "Another one, yeah?" He said with a glance back at the bartender, planting the glass on the bar before going back to his game of watching over the crowd. There were a decent amount of folks here tonight, for once. A pair of lesbians seemed to be getting along well, at least well enough that they were already getting dinner. Good for you two, H thought, his eyes abandoning the two young women with impressively awkward chemistry.

A young girl was dancing with some boy who couldn't tell tango from ballroom, a spectacle that gave H a bit of fun as it dragged on. Poor kid barely had the stamina to keep up with her and she seemed like a maneater in the making. H couldn't exactly lie, she seemed like she'd be a good source of entertainment for his nightly excursions to Mingle if she kept that shit up. Predictably the moment she stopped dancing with the dopey kid was the same moment he was dropped harder than a bag of rocks. He had a decent guess that she didn't even have any missed texts or calls, she was just doing the easiest trick in the book to get rid of unwanted company. 

He took in the scene for a few minutes, starting to get the feeling that he should jet and grab some sleep before work, when the cruel high school girl from earlier sprung up at the bar. H reached behind him, finding a new smoothie, "Thnaks, doll. Put it on my tab, kay?" He said without looking at her, taking a good long sip to further fuel his fruity addiction."If you're looking for something good, try one of these," H said to the girl, raising his drink for a moment before taking another long sip. "That was some show you put on. Quite the dancer aren't we? Shame I can't say the same for the poor kid you grabbed," H reached out with his right hand, offering a shake to the girl. "Name's H," He finished, taking yet another long drag on his straw, as if it were a cigarette. [i]Well, at least an addiction to strawberry banana smoothies is healthier[/i], H thought for a moment, the image of an older bloated H appearing in his mind's eye, [i]Maybe I should practice moderation more,[/i]