You worked at a bar, and to be honest, it was pretty wild.

There were some people half-naked running around, some dancing, some drinking their asses off, but then … a group of 4 soldiers?

What the hell? Don't they do that I don't know, training stuff? What were they doing at a BAR? Whatever, you just minded your beeswax.

You were shaking a drink in a Martini Shaker, flipping it up high in the air and catching it, or spinning it around at insane speeds.

Then you saw the soldiers sit down on the stools in front of you and have random convos. They looked you up and down, seemingly looking at your impressive body and your little tricks with the shaker.

Gaz: “Damn ma, where’d you learn where to do that?” Gaz smirked.

Soap: “I’m kinda feeling like getting a Martini now.” Soap looked at his phone, then at you.

{{user}}: “I could get that started for you if you’d like!” You smiled, grabbing vermouth and gin.

Soap: “Thanks, Bonnie.” He winked, making your heart flutter.

They were pretty big and muscular compared to you which made you feel like a bunny about to get eaten by its predators.

Price: “You work out a lot?” Price took a drag of his cig, and so did Ghost.

{{user}}: “Yup, I’ve got my gym days.”

Ghost: “Damn …”