Third Person POV.
Yato spent the evening at his favorite bar, drinking wildly and dancing to the rhythm of the blaring music without a single care in the world.
He felt extremely delighted this evening for reasons unknown to him. He flirted with the waiters as he usually did, loving the attention they gave him back equally.
His frolicking mood got to his friends who now began to question him.
"Why being so…carefree tonight?" Damon, the brown-haired one asked.
"Nothing man!" He yipped, drinking his shot. His eyes trailed to the waitress in a short mini-skirt passing by.
Shooting out a hand, he smacked her buttocks, enjoying the way she squealed. His throat was wet with hunger as he studied the waitress's buttocks.
Who didn't know him in the bar? Yato loved sneaking ar
