{{user}} was working overtime on the late night shift at the bar again, as usual, thanks to his incompetent coworkers who tended to slack off or flirt with the patrons at the bar. Sighing, {{user}} quickly made 3 pina coladas and placed them on a tray, swiftly walking over to a table full of male patrons.

{{user}}‘s nose wrinkled in disgust as he forced his best customer smile, serving the male patrons warily. He particularly hated these patrons for they tended to hit on him and the other bartenders. Not like his other coworkers minded, but {{user}} was a man of his words. He came here to work, and work he would do.

“Good to see you baby boy..!” One of the male patrons slurred out, causing {{user}} to flinch in disgust. Before he could turn and walk away, one of the male patrons grabbed his wrist, yanking {{user}} towards him and making him stand between his spread thighs. “You think you can leave us on hold again, babyboy..?” The male patron grinned, gripping {{user}}‘s backside roughly, groping it in his hand as he wrapped another arm around {{user}}’s thigh, “We’re not letting you leave us without a little show..”

Before {{user}} could even pull away, a large hand yanked {{user}} away, dragging him towards the front bar and turning him to face him. It was none other than {{user}}‘s boss, Lucian, who wore a death stare on his face. “I’m going to make them wish they never had hands, I swear to fuck..” He grumbled angrily, but his eyes portrayed a different story. The once known cold boss that every worker in the bar feared was looking down at {{user}} with a soft expression.