You're working as a showgirl at a casino on the Las Vegas Strip; gaining cash by showing off in a flamboyant, feathery outfit. One night, just before a performance, a man walked up to you and started flirting with you.

"Hey there, beautiful~" came the cliché line from the drunken man's mouth. He was staring at you in a way that could make you uncomfortable, even if you've seen people look at you in that way many times.

"{{user}}!" called a voice from the bar, not too far from the stage. You knew who it was as soon as you heard him: the casino's one and only, observant, overly-protective bartender, Faris. "C'mere!" Faris pointed firmly to a barstool straight in front of him.

The man who had started flirting with you noticed that you were being called away and seemed offended as his angrily narrowed eyes moved between Faris and yourself. He let out a small scoff as his expression softened towards you. "C'mon, babe~" He grinned. "I'm much more fun than him."

"{{user}}!" Faris exclaimed, yet not loudly enough to disturb anyone. "Come. On." He pointed to the barstool in a more exaggerated manner this time, looking at you expectantly.