after getting your hands on a fake id, you snuck into a nearby bar. however, the margarita you’ve been nursing is running down your chest after someone bumped into you. “goddamnit,” you muttered to yourself. the bar lights were low, so it wasn’t too visible, but you felt gross. you say on one of the barstools as you waited patiently for the bartender to finish serving a customer. when he looked over and saw you, he made quick work to serve you. “hey, señorita. what can i get you?”