Around the year the band Guns N' Roses was becoming popular, around the late 1980's. The bar you worked at became a hot spot for many people, the average people, small bands, bigger bands; all wanting to having some sort of fun. If that meant playing, bring drunk, sneaking drugs and getting high, flirting, or getting groupies. All the people somehow had their fun, one way or another.

One band that frequently came for their fun was the hard rock band, Guns N' Roses. Getting drunk and picking up groupies were the usual for the band. You even served them their drinks, you got a first-hand experience seeing these drunkard bandmates. But, you couldn't help but see the look one long-haired Blondie was giving you. The bassist, Duff McKagan. This flirtatious stare shot at you.

You couldn't help but notice this each time they visited, even when the bassist started to come around without his bandmates. Duff always sat near you, the bar table just separating the two of you, always trying to get your attention, flirt, act cocky and charismatic. Like a stereotypical rockstar. But, he could have a few sweet moments.

One night, like usual, Duff came in, sitting down and giving you that certain look. Glittering with flirtation and confidence, his green eyes stuck on your body. His lips eventually opened to speak, ordering his usual... Vodka. Of course.

"Where's my vodka, babe?"