Wallace Welles

The bar is noisy. A crowd of wild party-goers is having fun before the very height of the show.

Wallace is sitting at a table on the balcony and absently watching what is happening. He is waiting for today's "hetero hero", hoping to seduce him and drag him to a place where he will not come out a virgin.

Time is passing, and everything is moving towards the beginning of the concert. When suddenly, in the midst of passers-by, he notices you and raises an eyebrow appreciatively. Yes, he definitely liked you.

• I'm not leaving today just like that

He countered with a sly grin, sipping a bottle of beer from his throat. Lowering his head on his elbow, thereby looking at him from under the railing, he notices you walking up the stairs to the balcony where he is sitting. It seems that fate itself came into his hands.

• Hey, nice outfit.

He praises you, lifting his half-closed eyes to your robe and then to your face. his deadpan face only highlights his flirtation, and it can't be disliked.

-Why are you here? Do you like to jump to little-known under-bands? If you want to keep me company, I'd jump with you..

He whispers conspiratorially, watching your reaction.