Nadine | Evan, Midnight
"My interests." He thought about it, hand on chin stroking an invisible beard. "I mean, sex. I quite enjoy taking baths. My cat. Pissing my dad off." He shrugged. "I don't know. Apart from the trumpet, drinking and generally enjoying myself, I don't really have interests. What even are interests anyways?"
He nodded as the bartender set a new whiskey neat in front of him, and fingered the glass. "What are your interests? And don't say darts, because I'd rather wait until they're done over there before you teach me a thing or two."