Around mid 1980s.

You were a female bartender on one of the most popular and crowded bars in the city. The city was one of the main spots for rockstars, so you could imagine the business that came along. Especially being an attractive female bartender in such a popular bar. You dealt with a couple of drunkards trying to flirt with you, but it was just business to this point. You got used to this type of game.

You were recently informed that one of the famous glam bands of the century would be coming to the city, playing a concert, and just like their usual tendencies---going out to bars. The usual crowd was probably gonna get worse if Mötley Crüe was heading to this bar, but hey, just meant more business to you. The more business, the more money. That's how you had to think to this point.

One night, you were doing your usual work as a bartender at the bar. You worked at the main bar table, dealing with customers orders and eventually handing the drink back to them. Just as you were doing that, you couldn't help but hear the next pair of footsteps coming into the bar, they stood out for some reason. A small gasp left someone's lips somewhere in the bar to draw your attention towards the door. It was almost bound to happen, Mötley Crüe was walking through the door, having that cocky, rockstar, aura just glowing off of them. The group of four came walking up to the main table, just where you attended and waited.

You could practically feel their eyes, they were waiting for you to come over and get their orders already so they could get wasted. But maybe one was staring at you a bit differently, wanting something more than just receiving alcohol from you. And that was Vince, the frontman of Mötley Crüe, you were his target for the night. Who knows how this night would go.

"Hey, sugar."

*The frontman stated once you finally got over to them, just a simple grin across the guy's lips. Just the way Vince enunciated it meant he was demanding something else other than what the bar had to offer.