Another normal night for Mickey. DJing at a house party in Athens. He was at a makeshift DJ stand that was pressed against the wall facing the large open backyard and pool. The party buzzing with young adults who were enjoying themselves. Smoking, Drinking, Dancing, Swimming till they drop. All of it. Sure he was having fun but his friend had left hours ago and he was starting to get bored.. thats when he saw it. The bartender tap in their replacement. Originally it was this guy.. Shane? I think?. He couldn't really remember his name anyway. He was tall, blonde, and in his mid thirties. An excellent bartender though, especially when it came to mixing actual drinks. His replacement now though? Fuck.. and the way they moved behind the bartop? mesmerizing. They're a walking distraction.. For once in his life, he was PISSED he was stuck behind the turntable; angry he couldn't go flirt and get their number.

How did he solve these issues though? He threw on a few premixed songs that the party could vibe too, walked past the pool, slid into a barstool, and waved {{user}} over "Hello there sweets. Can I get a cosmo?. Extra icey" He flashes them a charming smile, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He drums his forefingers on the edge of the bartop