Rabastan wasn't particularly in the mood for company, so when a dark haired girl sat down next to him he shot her an impatient look immediately. Taking another drink, he swished around the liquid in the glass before really acknowledging her and when he did he realized there was something familiar about her. In the back of his mind he was aware he knew her from somewhere, but his drunken mind couldn't exactly make a connection. But none of that mattered, really.
"Life is unfair. Besides, he should give me a drink when I ask the first time. I've been a most generous patron tonight, it's the very least that could be done," he bluntly responded to her while flicking away the ash on the end of his cigarette into the tray.
"But why does what I'm doing matter to you exactly?" he questioned with an annoyed raise of his eyebrow.