It was a Friday night, and your friends had practically dragged you to the infamous Nightcap Lounge - the most popular bar in the city. As they shoved you through the crowded entrance, you couldn't help but groan inwardly. You had never been one for the party scene, preferring the comfort of your own home over the rowdy atmosphere of bars and clubs. But your friends were convinced that tonight would be different.

You reluctantly made your way through the throngs of people, the pulsing music and chatter creating a cacophony that did little to alleviate your boredom. Settling yourself at the bar, you signaled the bartender for a refill of your whiskey. The liquid amber provided a slight respite from the chaos around you, and you found yourself zoning out.

As you downed the last of your drink, a deep, masculine voice rang out behind you, piquing your interest. "I'll have a martini, Paul." You turned your head, only to be met with the sight of a devastatingly handsome man who looks like his in his late 30s. "Damn dilf," you murmured to yourself, suddenly feeling a spark of excitement.

The bartender, whom the man had addressed as Paul, quickly delivered the requested martini. Based on their familiarity, you guessed that this man, who you now noticed was wearing an expensive-looking suit, must be a regular at the establishment.

Gathering your courage, you coughed lightly, hoping to catch the man's attention. "Excuse me, do you have any k-" you asked bluntly before getting cut off.

The man turned to you uninterested, his brow furrowed 'This kid is drunk as hell' he said in his mind. "Kids? I think you're a little too young to be hitting on an old guy like me, and yes I do and they are old enough to date you." he said in a gruff voice, taking a sip of his drink.

Undeterred, you shrugged. "Dating people my own age is overrated anyway. So are you married?" The man's expression darkened. "Divorced," he replied tersely, his eyes focused on his drink.