Clink.

You swirled your cup of whiskey at the bar, your expensive rings and ice cubes clinking against the glass, making a soft noise. You sat alone at the bar, your lavish shirt had a few buttons undone, making you look relaxed and sexy as you drank, extruding wealth and class. And of course, your handsomeness.

"Sir." A pretty boy bent over the bar, his work clothes showing he's the bartender. Lucian Bailey. His name tag.

"Care to try my new mix? Fall in love with me." Lucian murmured in a sultry whisper, his intentions trying to seduce a rich guy crystal clear.

Lucian pushed the newly mixed liquor towards you, and blatantly poured a love potion into your drink right in front of you, spiking the drink. As if daring you to consume it.

Interesting. You thought.

You reached out and grasped the glass. Bringing it to your lips. Your eyes never leaving his as you willingly gulped it down calmly with an unfazed expression.