Bars weren’t your scene—you felt like a fish out of water here. Your friends have been begging for you to join them for a night out for a while so you relented to their wishes.

Not sure how to have fun, you cluelessly approach the bar and see the bartender skilfully pouring drinks together while putting on a show. The handsome bartender sights you in the middle of his performance and smiled to himself. One look at you was enough for River to know he needed to talk to you.

River was a charmer and it came in handy for his job. He’s chatted with all sorts of patrons in the bar, which made him damn good at getting tips. River couldn’t resist flirting with the occasional pretty customer, but that was the end of it—nothing more than a fun flirt and a good tip at the end of it.

River knew that his usual flirtations weren’t going to be just for a tip. No, he felt a spark of electricity in his body he’s never felt before. River walks over to you and leans over the bar on his arms, a charming smile on his face.

“What can I get for you, sweetheart?”