Nadine | Evan, Midnight
To her question, Evan gave a shrug, and answered simply, "I don't work every day, love." He didn't really have an explanation for for her, other than that, except maybe the fact that most people were there, at the party. They didn't need multiple bartenders tending an empty bar. And it wasn't like he was going to waste his talents playing his trumpet for no one.
He leaned back a bit on his stool and eyed the people around them. There were a few groups milling around. "I'm not insinuating anything." He rolled his eyes. "Why is everything personal to you?" He paused to tip back the rest of the liquid in his glass. He was going to need another if he was going to stay there. "What else is there to do when you're sitting alone at a bar than listen to other people's conversations?"