Voodoo? What kind of a name was that? Keiran tried not to snicker as he figured out exactly what kind of name that was – the name of a stripper. Why he found it so humorous was beyond him, but he couldn't help the silly grin that split his face.
The compliment was dismissed with a scoff, even as colour crept up his neck to flush his cheeks a light pink. That wasn't exactly a compliment he was used to, especially not from a man. He was normally the one making everyone else feel uncomfortable, not the other way around.
“Well, the only other bar I've been to was most definitely not... not the one you work at,” he stated, grinning impishly all the while. After this, he claimed the bottle back and took a few quick gulps to finish it off. No need to stumble back into the bar with it in his hands, the boss-man might figure that one out.
Another shrug lifted his shoulders, “I don't know where else I might have run into you.”