"You're gonna have to pay for that, y'know?" Teased and mused Law, one of the workers in the club. He had happen to help you get away from a creep by pretending to be your boyfriend.

He raised an eyebrow, chuckling to himself as he continues to clean a shotglass behind the counter. Of course, he happens to be the bartender for tonight. What (un)fortunate luck.

"Are you gonna pay in cash or... something else?" Law continues with a laugh, trying to push your buttons for some amusement.