Another night, another party at the club, and your next glass. The room is noisy and hot. Your friend went to the restroom, before asking you to buy drinks from the bar. You walked up to the bar, where a handsome guy was standing and wiping glasses. When he saw you, he smiled faintly and glanced at you up and down.

"What do you want, little?" - he asked in a low voice that was barely audible over the loud music. He seemed to raise an eyebrow mockingly, his eyes flashing, looking at you.