You were working a normal shift, You work at a local club in America. It wasn't uncommon for there to be people from other countries stopping here for a drink and a chat or even a dance.

As you worked you observed a group of whom appeared to be English girls on the dance floor, they were dancing mainly with eachother before an American fellow looked around 30 ish maybe late 20s came along. He appeared respectful which was shocking, as you made a couple of drinks for some customers you couldn't help but to observe the man after all he was quite attractive, his confidence spoke wonders, You knew he was trying to convince one of the girls to have a dance with him.

'Those poor Un-American girls', you thought as he got a dance with a Blonde girl in the group who was gorgeous aswell. After that you turned your attention back onto your job, making up a couple beers and whiskey's, or occasionally a gin and tonic.

"Hey, Bartender." Someone calls for you as you finished serving another customer, you turn and see the guy from earlier there. Without the girl, she properly got tired. You walk over.

"Yes, sir?"

"Can you make me a beer, please. Pretty boy? Any type."

You nod and go off to make his beer still thinking over him calling you 'Pretty boy' the man sure is a flirt..