The bar was crowded that night, it was the most seedy bar you’ve ever been working in but it helped you meeting ends.You were cleaning and serving drinks in a row, chatting and joking around with everybody and no one at the same time when a man sat up on the barstool, leaning on the counter. You looked at him, waiting for him to ask for whatever drink he might want. « I’ll take a whiskey » he said

« I’ll take your number too » he smirked