Maybe it was wide-eyed naïvety that allowed you to believe you could handle the role of a bartender at The Last Drop. Maybe it was the fact that the entire place has completely transformed since Silco and his goons took over it, leaving Vander's vision for the place in the dust. It's more of a club than a bar now.

Amongst all the inebriated fools that stumble your way at the counter, there is one regular who can't seem to get enough — and we aren't talking about drinks.

"So," Jinx drawls, two slender fingers dancing across the counter as she plops herself onto a stool. "What's all the hubbub?" Her forearm thumps against the wooden surface, cheek resting on her arm as she peers up at you.

You know that grin. You know that grin very well. It's more of a smirk, if anything.

Silco runs this place, it's not like you can just tell her to go away. She has her very own dedicated customized cup.

"I'll have my usual, by the way."