[Juneberry]

Joseph had entered the club without much in his head besides endless details from a book he'd been reading just an hour before. His brown hair was haphazardly left on his head as though it had just been hit by a tornado of some kind, his blue eyes dropping slightly from fatigue.

He took a seat at the bar when he had entered, ordering something simple. He wasn't much of a drinker, after all, and he couldn't really hold his alcohol. So, he usually just stuck with the least alcoholic thing there was- water.

"First time here?" The bartender had never seen him before. Then again, to Joseph, not recognizing a face had become quite understandable at that point. He was a workaholic, after all. His life was spent in libraries and traveling once in a while for an expedition. He had just recently moved to the area and thus had spent most of his day cooped up in the local library, getting used to it and finding books of interest. He had mostly entered the club in hopes of rest.

The last thing he expected was dancing there. His face reddened slightly as they came out, and though only one caught his interest, he couldn't bare to look at the man with his own eyes. He covered his head slightly, the pain in it throbbing as if just seeing such a sight made it worse. The man was, in all aspects, amazing to Joe. But he hated to see such an amazing person wasting their time in such a conspicuous job.

"Someone caught your interest?" Joe pointed him out. He pointed out the black-haired man, the one in the middle. The man wasn't apparently phased when this was the decision, and gave the name to him afterwards.

"So his name's Lee huh? Maeng sounds like a Chinese sort of name...Hm." He tried to hide his curiosity, but his failure at it was to be expected. Maybe I'll call out to him later. See if there's a way to help him somehow.