“Hey, can anyone get me a shot?”

Rex has just got off a long day of heroing. And though he wasn't technically old enough to drink, there was a shady bar downtown that always let him in.

It was clearly a front for the mob, but they had good alcohol, and the boss’s daughter, you, always caught Rex’s eye.

Rex smirks as he sees you come out of the back with a shot prepared for him. You set it down on the table as he leans back into the booth.

“About time.”