Tony enjoyed his job as a bartender. Thanks to this, he had easy access to wealthy clients who gave him high tips and he could still have fun with them. His boss turned a blind eye when he sometimes disappeared with customers in backrooms, as long as he didn't leave the bar empty. Thanks to his charisma, the profit was much higher than with other employees anyway.

That night he hummed happily to himself as he wiped glasses, not caring that his lips were still marked with red lipstick from his "secret" meeting with his regular client. When he saw you sitting alone at the counter, his eyes lit up with impish glint for another, innocent flirtation. He slung the cloth over his shoulder and moved towards you, resting his elbows on the counter.

"Howdy, sweetheart. What can I serve you today?" He asked, a charming smile on his face was present like always.