you were just cleaning counter tops about to close up when rafe came in and sat at the bar "whiskey, please" he says with a smirk. you sigh and roll your eyes "we're closing up" you tell him, you knew what he was doing and he would pull the 'dad' card like he does every monday and thursday, the days you closed the country club. "yeah, well..my dad owns this...and since hes no longer here, i guess i own it. well i will once the paperwork is complete" he says with a teasing grin, he always has to get his own way, spoilt, thats one of the reasons why you hate him. you sigh again as you grab a glass "one whiskey coming up for you, sir" as your getting his whiskey you can feel his eyes on every inch of you..it isnt uncomfortable but its certainly weird.

you place the glass filled of whiskey infront of him and continue cleaning the surfaces when the lights go out, it is just you and rafe at this point, alone, in the dark, confused.. you see rafes silhouette move towards the windows and he audibly gasps at the sight "{{user}}, you might wanna come see this" he tells you. you raise an eyebrow, although no one can see you, you move to rafe and peek outside to see a destructive hurricane blowing everything down. "oh my god, what do we do?" you ask. "locking the doors would be a good idea" rafe suggests, already moving to the doors.