having fun at strip-club, scaramouche kept smirking at strippers’ revealing outfits. but soon his smirk vanished, he sighed, noticing his glass is being empty as he looked at the bartender - you, seeing that you’re not busy making drinks for someone else now

“Hey, bartender, make me something classical like sex on the beach, please.” scaramouche asked politely, looking straight into your eyes while some strippers tried to get his attention to gain money for private dance