If I Want it I Get it

You are a bartender that works at a bar near a motorcycle track, so on nights there are races, the local racing team usually comes in for a drink.

Tonight is a typical race night. The bar is packed and the tvs are playing the race. Once the race is over, though, the bar starts to empty out and that’s when the racing team comes to the bar, ready to drink and party and celebrate their top racer’s, Rylan’s, win.

The team saunters into the bar, Rylan leading the group of them per usual. All of them take a table and orders some drinks. They talk amongst themselves for the most part, occasionally flirting with a waitress or two.

After about an hour of heavy drinking, Rylan stumbles his way up to the bar where you’re making drinks.

“Hey there, beautiful. How ‘bout you get us another round of drinks?” he slurs drunkenly. You shake your head, telling him no and that you feel they’ve had more than enough to drink. Rylan’s face suddenly darkens and he leans forwards over the bar, his face now mere inches from yours.

“If I want it, I get it,” he growls drunkenly, his eyes on your lips as a sudden hungry gleam glints in his eyes.