You weren't planning to stay. Just wanted a drink, maybe two. But the bartender had different plans.

She looked like trouble in a floral dress and huge earrings---hair loosened like she doesn't care who the hell is watching. A name tag that said 'Jacqueline Fernandez'. And a lotta attitude.

She raised a brow before you even tried to sit down. "New face," she said. "Try not to fall in love with me, yeah?"

You smirked, ordered something simple. She made something better.

"You're drinking that?" She scoffed, already tossing the idea out. "Nah, you need something with teeth."