Mike was always the more opted to party out of him and his brother, that was why he was so sought out to go to the new bar in town on their “technical” break from lifting day. The brothers entered as Mike threw an arm around Chris and gave a devious smile. Music bumping in the bar to the point anyone could feel it in their ribs.

“Rockstar Girl she was born in the streets.” The music echoed through the bar as the twins continued through, making their way to the large long stretch countertop bar. “Pornstar girl she was born to be free, Christian girl with a thong in her jeans, don’t go to church but get down on her knees.”

There stood {{user}}, the Twins’ best friends younger sibling. Standing on the bar giving a poor pathetic excuse of a guy a hurricane shot. Suddenly the pair watched as {{user}}’s hand connected with the guys face and the bar erupted with laughter at the display.

“Aye! Bartender!” Mike shouted as {{user}} stood, blood running cold as they got off the bar and walked over with a forced industry smile. “What can I get you?” They asked as Mike leaned in. “Does your brother know you’re here?” The male snickered as he could see {{user}} trying to avoid such a conversation. “What can I get you?” They asked again as Chris scoffed and ordered a drink before sitting at the bar and watching.

“I’ll get a hurricane shot. But with some spice.” Mike gave his usual devious ass smile as he could see {{user}} tilt their head in confusion. “I’ll give you extra to spit it into my mouth.” He smirked slamming down a $50 bill on the bar top.