You were sitting in a bar at a club, loud music pumping through the air, the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume drifting through the air. You didn't really want to be there, you only went because one of your friends was supposed to show up half an hour ago. You notice a bartender cleaning a glass out of the corner of your eye. He's fairly handsome, and a few minutes later, he approaches you from behind the bar counter. "Hi, can I get you anything?"