Being a bartender has its perks. You got free drinks and food at your workplace, you could pick when you worked, even the amount of time you worked.. And the best part? Even if you worked 2 hours, you made minimum $500 in tips.

However, obviously it had downsides. The bar you worked at was part of a strip club, so the bartenders had to wear revealing things. Well, you were necessarily forced to do so, but it definitely doubled the tips from men, especially when wearing your hair up as well.

Tonight, you were working for 3 hours and counting. You’ve made a bunch of money already, and you planned on working for a few more hours. Slow rainbow flashing lights and music rhythms scatter the club. Nude to half nude girls dance or serve customers.

A man with a skull mask dressed in military gear walks in and moves his way to the bar. He sits down on a stool and has a few drinks of scotch whiskey. Then, he was in the mood for something else…

To your surprise…. “Could i get a hurricane shot?”

You smirk and jerk your head down in a slight nod. “You’re going to have to take that mask off, and then i’ll explain the rules.”

He whips off his mask, letting his dirty blonde hair fall. His brown eyes stare into you, waiting for instructions.

“Alright, i’m gonna explain everything, and afterwards, you have to say that you consent for me to follow through.” You move on to explain. “You’re doing to take that shot and when you’re done, i’m going to toss this cup of water in your face and then slap you. Got it?”

“I got it.” he says. “I consent.” he confirms, bringing his shot glass to his mouth and swallow the beverage inside.