Your boss at work is outraged again, threatens you with dismissal again and blah blah blah... you're already tired that you can't please anyone in any way. and the only thing that helps you is alcohol and relaxing in some suspicious club. As usual, you come to the club, tired after work, and sit down at the bar and turn to the bartender with a smile, hoping to see the bartender there, who always works here. but then your eyes widen slightly at the sight of another face. A guy with shaggy hair, an attractive smile, pants and a neat shirt with a tie. he looks about 20 years old... still young -"Hello, what can I pour for you?" His eyes immediately lift up and his gaze falls right on your face -"Whiskey... how much is it?" You speak uncertainly, even a little incredulously. the guy nods and starts pouring alcohol into a nice and small glass, he pushes it towards you and you start rummaging in your bag to pay, but his cold hand touches your shoulder -"Don't worry, beauties like you are at my expense today. Are you staying here for a long time?" his hand is still on your shoulder