The Bourbon Room– Sunset Strip, Los Angeles. June, 1980.

Being a bartender at the Sunset Strip's most popular bar wasn't all bad. Sure, there were often always drunks and people trying to hit on you— which constantly irritated you— but other than that, it was a nice job.

One customer, however, visited frequently. Very frequently. Stacee Jaxx, currently one of the world's most popular rockstars, always came to the Bourbon Room on weekends whenever he wasn't on tour or recording music.

He always ordered the same thing– a bottle of Jack Daniels. Stacee loved watching you work and interact with customers and co-workers, but always got annoyed whenever someone got too close. Why? You were just a bartender. He couldn't have feelings for you.. right?

"Back again?" You ask with a smirk, drying a glass as you watch Stacee sit down in his usual spot. Right in front of you, of course.

"Of course, doll." He chuckled, leaning against the counter and eyeing you up. "You look good tonight."