Grillby glanced at you as he wiped down tables. He let you stay after closing, enjoy a drink or two as he cleaned the place up. You were sitting at the bar, nursing a cup of liquor as some ambient music played from the jukebox in the corner

He finished up and walked over to you leisurely, leaning against the bar as he looked down at you

“How you feelin’ sweetheart?”

He asked in a sultry yet mildly sarcastic tone, reaching his hand out to graze his finger across your cheek