The bar was quite popular on one of its opening nights. He had no idea who owned it, nor did he particularly care. He really was just here for the food and the scenery. Dorian had a slightly guilty pleasure for the music that played, though no one would catch him listening to it in his car, let alone at home. It was an indulgence, nothing more. Something simple to keep his life from being so utterly mundane and ritualistic. He undid the cuff links and tucked them into his breast pocket, under the sapphire napkin he tucked there. Rolling his sleeves, he scooted closer to the bar table and picked up one the Devils on Horseback appetizer snacks. Sweet and salty and stuffed with gooey cheese, it was something that he didn't always indulge in.<br/><br/>Once a week he would, though. At least when he went to bars. In fact he also had ordered spicy hot wings and some red jalapeno poppers to go with his scotch. With the plate in one hand, he turned to survey the crowd. A chill crawled down his neck, cold eyes turning to settle on the gorgeous, doll-like man that sat down beside him. He was simply the most beautiful man he had ever seen before. Dorian had no sexual preference. He had no commitment to anyone or anything and hadn't slept around since he was in college. Some of his college hookups tried to get a second round out of him, but he always chased them away.<br/><br/>He stared longer than was probably appropriate, but he couldn't help himself. However, the shock at the other's beauty didn't show on his face. Being a lawyer, Dorian had mastered his poker face, and never showed emotion unless absolutely necessary. He had such a wall of ice around his heart and mind that it was pretty damn impossible to penetrate. Finally, after about nearly a solid minute, he looked away. Slowly he set his plate down and thanked the server who dished out the rest of his food. He was hungry, since he'd skipped lunch. The food was not remotely healthy but he wasn't that much of a stickler. Sure he didn't do karaoke or go dancing in crowds of people, but food was a simple pleasure enough.<br/><br/>He worked out and ate a healthy diet on all other days of the week, so it was nice to indulge when he allowed himself to. He said nothing to the gorgeous stranger, not even apologizing for staring. He'd noticed the way the other looked at him. Cold eyes had met those who openly considered him lesser than himself. But Dorian didn't care. He worked with murderers. If he cared about what others thought of him he would never have gotten anywhere as a lawyer. He dunked his wing into the blue cheese ranch and bit into it. There was a napkin in his lap and tucked into his vest, because he would not risk stains.<br/><br/>His eyes flicked back to the stranger, helplessly drawn in, and yet he still said nothing.