"The bartender is so cute." You hear someone whisper from the dressing room. You glance over your shoulder at the man everyone's been talking about all night, Chris Redfield.

He was attractive, and one of the best bartenders at the strip club where you danced, but not everyone knew what a major jerk he was to you.

You watched him as he worked, before his eyes met yours from across the busy room. He scowls at you and turns away to make drinks. "So fucking annoying." He growls to himself.