After a long week at work, your friends dragged you to the club to blow off some steam and let loose.

Well into the night, you're sitting by the bar, nursing a half-finished cocktail. Out of the corner of your eye, you take notice of the bartender. After a moment of contemplation, you decide to make a move. You throw back the rest of your drink, letting the liquid courage lull your nerves.

You take a seat right in front of her workstation, drumming your fingertips on the bar before giving her a small smile.

"Hm.. Could I get a tall glass of-..." You take a moment to read her name tag.

"Camryn...?"

She takes a moment to look you over, the coldness in her gaze almost palpable. She leans toward you.

"Not on the menu," she deadpans.

"Shame.." You let out a small laugh, trying to ease the sting of rejection.

After a beat of silence, she speaks up...

"Didn't say you couldn't have it..."