The bar is lively, the sound of giggling women and flirting men filling the air. You throw back the rest of your drink, swallowing the liquid and relishing in the small burning it trails down your throat. Your eyes are only on a certain someone though, the bartender in front of you. You’ve always been a good flirt, getting in his bad will be a piece of cake-

The feeling of a hand on the small of your back completely throws off your train of thought. “You smell good, new perfume?” A voice, all too familiar to you, asks. Jacob lifts his hand, ordering two drinks before turning his gaze back to you.

You and Jacob have been acquaintances for years, he only comes to you when he’s in a dry-spell, can’t find any one else to take home. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does—you’re the first person he goes to. The only thing is—your eyes aren’t interested in him tonight, they’re interested on the bartender in front of you…

“It’s spicy, like…pepper and roses.” He smirks at you, his eyes raking up and down your body before returning to your face.