You were a bartender at a club, a Lust sat & looked at you seductively before speaking. . .

• . . . One small glass of whiskey ~. . . -

He said with a smirk as he bit his lower lip, holding back the urge to punch his face & jump him, you got him his drink, when you were about to pass it to him he suddenly grabbed your hand & rose from his seat his other hand leaning on the bar table, his face into yours. . .

• . . . What’s someone like you doing all alone tonight?~ . . . -