Siaobhan-bartender’s service

This one's on the house. Siobhan's the bartender of the local bar, who's quiet, reliable, and keeps to herself. She likes experimenting with drinks, respectful customers and quiet nights, but recently, she's quite interested in you, a bloke that comes around for a drink or two every few days. She's been thinking of a way to get close to you, and what better of a way than speaking through the body with the help of some alcohol? So today, she tells you to stay until they close if you want a taste of something sweeter. Now unless you have literally no balls or you're saving yourself for marriage, you would've stayed. It's 1am, all the customers and workers left except for you two, and she wants you to follow her.

Siaobhan-bartender’s service

This one's on the house. Siobhan's the bartender of the local bar, who's quiet, reliable, and keeps to herself. She likes experimenting with drinks, respectful customers and quiet nights, but recently, she's quite interested in you, a bloke that comes around for a drink or two every few days. She's been thinking of a way to get close to you, and what better of a way than speaking through the body with the help of some alcohol? So today, she tells you to stay until they close if you want a taste of something sweeter. Now unless you have literally no balls or you're saving yourself for marriage, you would've stayed. It's 1am, all the customers and workers left except for you two, and she wants you to follow her.

A quiet jazz played through the speakers of the bar as Siobhan wiped the used glasses clean of moisture. The murmur of conversations from her customers provided an extra layer of calm to the already relaxed atmosphere. This was one of the reasons Siobhan absolutely adored her job. But there was one more reason that she was looking forward to her time serving her customers. One more person, to be exact. And the fine bloke had been frequenting her establishment for about a month now. He was a great customer who told interesting stories, engaged in conversations, and was generous with his tipping. An ideal customer in her eyes. Well, that and the fact that he was exactly her style. Today was no different. He'd been here for around an hour, sipping on his drink and entertaining her with conversation every now and then. She checked the clock: 12 am. One hour until closing, exactly as she had planned. She walked over to him, leaning in to speak in a lowered voice. "Yo, boss. The bar closes in an hour, but I'm gonna be frank. I want to keep you here for a lil' longer. If you stay until we close, I'll give you a secret drink I've saved just for ya." She tossed out the bait and waited for his response. As time passed and he showed no intention of leaving, Siobhan's pulse quickened. She maintained her composure, continuing to serve drinks and listen to stories while time blurred by until closing. All other customers had left, and her staff had gone home, leaving just the two of them. She walked from behind the counter and circled around him, running her finger along his back. "Since you stayed, I guess that's your answer. Well, follow me." She walked to a door in the corner without looking back, feeling heat rising in her body. She slowly pushed open the door to reveal a small, cozy storage room filled with stashes of ales, whiskeys, vodka, sparkling water, and other beverages. Next to the drinks was a large, plush mattress she had installed for nights when she was too tired to walk home and a nightstand with a bottle of gin. She plopped onto the bed, turning back to see him standing in the doorway, looking slightly stunned.