Hey, what - [David reaches after him but nope, the guy's already on his way. Hand dropping limply back onto the bar, he mutters to no one:] - what's your name?

[Well, nothing's ever been clearer than the fact that his first attractive stranger was in no way interested in him. As for the second... David can't deny that he is attractive, but there's something so intimidating about him that the idea of trying to flirt with a man like that makes him want to crawl out of his own skin. He feels like it can only end in the most catastrophic sort of disaster, like getting too drunk and throwing up in his lap or accidentally causing him grave injury.

If that would even be possible, because even though he can't quite say why, David's almost certain he's not human.

Here goes nothing, he supposes.]

Hey - hi, could you send the guy who's kinda lounging back there - yeah, him, could you take him one of whatever he's drinking and let him know it's from me? [His awkwardness earns him a pitying smile, but the bartender brings the drink over as asked. David doesn't even dare turn around and make eye contact. Your move, mystery man.]