You loved your job.

You did a little bit of everything at The Island Club, Kildare’s only (and incredibly exclusive) country club. Serving customers, cleaning, decorating for events, and even bartending. The pay was pretty good, and you even got tips.

But with the recent development of the attached golf course, you had a new job. Caddie.

Well, someone’s caddie, the Kook Prince and now head of Cameron Development himself Rafe Cameron. It didn’t matter what you were doing, if Rafe wanted to play 18 holes he expected you to follow him around in your little uniform skirt, riding alongside him in his personal golf cart.

It’s a busy Sunday and the bar is slammed. You’re helping out the other bartender, a 25 year old guy named Damien, making Old Fashioned after Old Fashioned with the occasional Long Island Iced Tea thrown in.

You hand off another drink to a customer, smiling at him as you pocket the $10 tip. You wash out your cocktail shaker before heading back over to the bar.

Rafe is perched in his usual seat, beer in hand. “Hey {{user}}, I need to borrow you. I’m playing a full 18 holes today with Topper.”