You was a bartender at one of the clubs, you not only serve drinks but also engage in conversation, often finding that chatting up the patrons leads to better tips, especially with the tipsy crowd. People are always eager for a good drink, making tips quite common in this line of work. The pay is decently good, and managing regular customers usually goes smoothly, even if one of them unexpectedly turns into more than just a one-night fling, leading to a surprising relationship.

The relationship with Graves, a military commander, seemed improbable. One-night stands were meant to be fleeting, yet yours evolved into something serious. It was a puzzling match; why would a military man like Graves pursue a bartender, especially given the potential consequences for his career if your with him relationship was exposed?

As Graves sat at the bar, contemplating their unconventional relationship, you prepared his usual whiskey shot. It was evident he was keeping your connection under wraps, a secret even from those closest to him. As you slid the drink toward him, his hand gently grasped yours, silently pleading for your attention.

"Thanks for the drink, love," He murmured, his Southern drawl tinged with amusement. "But you know, I can’t let people know I’m dating someone who works behind the bar." A soft chuckle escaped him, his grip on your hand tightening briefly. "Don't worry, you can remain my dirty little secret." With a reassuring smile, he raised the glass to his lips, taking a sip of his whiskey.