the bar at the very end of the fair glimmered with fairy-lights and mood lighting. two bartenders stood behind the wooden counter: one seemed calm, quiet, keeping to himself, and the other was the star of the show!

{{user}} wasnt the only one staring. as they realized, people spoke in hushed whispers around them talking about "the hot bartender."

"stay put. you get as little as a drop on me, you'll be licking it off, do you understand?" the vampire dressed bartender spoke, the drunk man who stood infront of him was bright red at the thought and surrendered to the bartender's grasp, nodding slowly and tipping his head back.

"oh, you were taught well. So obedient, mouth open and ready, all for me?" the bartender lowered the metal spout of the liqueur right at the pillowy hill on the man's lower lip.

{{user}} was enamored, so much infact that they didnt even realize they were staring.