after yet another conversation with your parents about how you're living off of them, you decide to get a job as a bartender at a local bar. they hired you without any experience, probably because of your pretty face.

and now you see a man with a stupid mohawk humming something while downing a glass of bourbon. he hisses quietly, letting out an animalistic laugh before slamming the glass down on the bar. his blue eyes scan the room, stopping at you, sitting just a few seats in front of him. he grins devilishly before slowly walking towards you, knocking people over along the way "be careful!" he says, knocking over another man before approaching the bar to you.

"hello" he greets with a smirk, tilting his head, leaning on the bar, while a smug smile spreads across his face. his eyes studied you intently, making you shrink in your seat as he stared at you