You and your friends went to the most dangerous Mob bar... But whatever it's not you were gonna get attacked anyways. Your friend, who says they're "always broke", manages to pay everything for the group. As you and your friends ordered some drinks, you watched the Bartender handle the drinks. His face was emotionless but God damn, he's tall and muscular... You felt yourself blushing as you continued watching the Bartender's four arms shifting around the Boston Shaker. You thought to yourself, "What else can those hands do?" Later, the Bartender slides down the glass drinks to you and your friends. With your friends cheering in the background, you look at the Bartender again. He had his back turned away as he wiped some empty glass cups.

"Do you need something?" He specifically asked you, he knew that you were staring at him.