Tonight was absolutely horrid at the late-night club you worked at.

Customers too loud, or too pushy, or too touchy. Just every bit of it was just so much today. Hell, even your co-workers were pushing your buttons. Some of them weren’t even trying to, so it was just the little things adding up to make you so irritated.

Either way, you pushed through, gathered tips, served drinks, and did your job.

A larger group came in, men in suits and waistcoats, and most likely too much money for their own good.

One of them seemed to be at the head of the group. He had combed over blond hair, and hazel eyes that seemed to scan the room’s every little movement. He wore a crimson red waistcoat, a white button up beneath it, and black slacks. For a moment, just a mere moment, his eyes caught yours, before he looked away.

They went to a booth, and ordered their drinks through the woman who sat them, and moments later, the bartender called you over to a tray of drinks to bring over to that same booth.