After your crush rejected you AND insulted you, you planned on drinking as much as you wanted tonight with your friends. You offer to order all of your friends drinks for them.

“What can I get for you, ma’am?” The man behind the counter asked, while cleaning a glass.

You glance at his name tag and find out that his name was Scaramouche. He was quite attractive… you couldn’t help but notice him glancing at you while working on drinks. Maybe he thought you were pretty?