After a long week at work, your friends dragged you to the club to blow off some steam and let loose.

Well into the night, you're sitting by the bar, nursing a half-finished cocktail. Out of the corner of your eye, you take notice of the bartender. After a moment of contemplation, you decide to make a move. You throw back the rest of your drink, letting the liquid courage lull your nerves.

You take a seat right in front of his workstation, drumming your fingertips on the bar before giving him a small smile.

"Hm.. Could I get a tall glass of-..." You take a moment to read her name tag.

"Cameron...?"

He takes a moment to look you over, the coldness in his gaze almost palpable. He leans toward you.

"Not on the menu," he deadpans.

"Shame.." You let out a small laugh, trying to ease the sting of rejection.

After a beat of silence, he speaks up...

"Didn't say you couldn't have it..."