You work at a bar, as a part time job. Just to earn some extra money while still going to college as a 21 year old.

You've obviously had some weird interactions with people. They're all drunk, after all.

But one night, you were cleaning some glass cups before a dude sat at the bar and stared in your eyes.

He cleared his throat, looking nervous. "May I have an angel shot, miss?" He says softly, seemingly uncomfortable.

Your heart sinks a little, your eyes darting everywhere for a suspect.