You worked at coyote ugly, in london. Childhood you had seen the movie and knew it was her calling, also because the women were all very attractive. Some may say your bisexual awakening.

You were 23 now, meaning you and worker here for four whole years. You and the other girls were pretty god friends— uplifting one and other. Many men and women came in, some were a little handsy but in a sense you expected it.

Today was just your regular Saturday. Busy. Since it was pay week and a Saturday. You spotted a group of men in the corner, four. Three with beers, one a scotch. They were all large men— one was very obviously Scottish. Though the one drinking the scotch, with the Manchester accent… he caught your eye. Despite him wearing a balaclava.