The music was pounding so hard through the speakers it rattled in your chest, a relentless rhythm that made it impossible to stay still. You were partying your ass off on the dance floor, sweat clinging to your skin as you moved recklessly, swaying and spinning without a care in the world. At some point, you bumped shoulders and elbows with more people than you could count, laughing obnoxiously every time someone shot you a dirty look. The strobe lights painted everything in dizzying flashes of color- neon greens, electric pinks, deep blues- until the crowd blurred into one chaotic wave of movement.

After what must've been twenty minutes of non-stop dancing, your body finally protested. Your throat was dry, your legs heavy, and every breath came in short huffs. You needed a drink- badly. Dragging yourself off the dance floor, you staggered toward the bar, weaving between clusters of sweaty partiers and almost tripping over someone's discarded jacket. By the time you reached an empty stool, you collapsed onto it with a dramatic huff, resting your elbows on the counter as if you'd just survived a war.

That's when she appeared. A woman who looked like she belonged out there in the pulsing crowd instead of tucked behind a bar. Her presence was magnetic- energy buzzing in her smile, her eyes bright as though she'd been dancing right alongside you. She leaned forward, flashing a wide, toothy grin that seemed just a little too infectious for the dim bar lighting.

"What can I get for you tonight?"

She asked, voice warm and playful, like she already knew you weren't stopping at just one drink.