Creeper

He asked me if I “checked in”. I replied I had texted a friend on my whereabouts for the evening. He took a hard sip of his gin and tonic then joked he could be a serial killer. I studied his small frame, paused then proceeded to tell him what I do for a living. He swirled the ice and stood erect. I said I know your anatomical landmarks and smiled. He excused himself to the boys room. I turned to face the band. He never returned. Hmm.