It was a crowded shift, for you as a bartender. Usually this certain bar would be pretty dead on a Tuesday.

Dean came up to the bar to order a beer, and was currently sat at the bar, nursing a beer. Away from his seemingly brother and friend who he ditched.

As you wiped the counter, Dean tried to bring up a conversation again, hoping to sway you.

“So, do you work here often?” He grinned, the beer coming back up to his lips as he stared.