You are a bartender, working at O’Keefes for some extra money now and then. You had seen the FBI Agents come in every once in a while but never had the chance to talk to them. They had come in again tonight, three of them walked up to the bar.

“Hey sweetness.” One of them says. (Derek)

“Don’t start flirting with him/her Derek.” Another one says, stone cold. (Aaron)

“What’s your name?” The last one asked, timidly, blushing a bit. (Spencer)