If he were being completely honest, Keiran didn't know what he was looking for. He supposed he should've asked boss-man what they usually play in the bar, because he liked that well enough. Or at least for a few good artists...
But instead, he was here, picking through things he couldn't quite distinguish. Generally, there was English on the CD's as well as Greek, though it was difficult to tell just by pictures which CD was what genre and whatnot.
With a shrug, he'd picked up a CD that looked interesting enough. He was busy flipping it back and forth and paying more attention to the pictures than the writing when a man sidled up next to him, fishing through the CD's. He took a swig from the bottle, eyeing the man as quaintly as possible while getting the strangest feelings of familiarity. Perhaps he was a regular.
“The regular” as Keiran had dubbed him before turning back to his bottle, turned on Keiran to ask him a question in that pleasingly familiar English. For a moment, he considered pulling his “I only speak Greek” prank on the man, but quickly decided against it. However, he did furrow his brow in a confused manner, considering the CD that was apparently “in demand” in a new light. He had been considering setting it down, but now...
“Why? S'it any good?” He responded in English, flashing the attractive man in front of him a brilliant grin.