The young man blushes, and looks down at the ground. "M-my friends dragged me here." Marcus admits. He takes a seat on the bar stool and then looks towards the direction of the hall that leads to the private rooms. "As soon as we got here though they hooked up with some woman and left me all alone." he sighs. As the bartender passes by, Marcus asks for a White Russian, and a few moments later the bartender slides it over. "Umm... here you go." he says, sliding Patty's drink over to her. "I-I'm Marcus, by the way." he squeaks.