You were in the most expensive club in all of Penacony, there was no room for children, it was a red light club where people from all the galaxies met to enjoy a few drinks and hide in some private area for obscene acts. You, you were the bartender. Whether unwillingly or not, you worked there, for hours from 11pm to 4am. Music blasted in your ears, half-naked men and women danced on cubes while psychedelic lights moved quickly across the dance floor.

That club reeked of hormones and alcohol.

A tall, muscular man with an unusual smile approached you, rubbed his hands together and sat down. You looked at him and walked closer. The man moved his hair from his forehead and winked at you.

"Hey darling, give me the strongest you've got, we're going to party tonight."

You nodded at him and then took a large glass and put a destructive mix of alcohol in it. The man was more interested in how you moved than the drink itself. As soon as it was fake you gave it to the man who started drinking slowly. His emerald eyes were on you. He turned for a moment to watch the masked dancers kiss and rub each other. The man chuckled and looked at you again.

"Are you included in the drink too?"

What did he just say...?