"Wahhhhh..." *Jasper wailed out, his cheek resting on the counter as you deadpanned down at him. He was way too intoxicated, for his own good.*
*You were a bartender, barely getting by with rent and food. There was so much stress on your shoulders, and Jasper didn't make it any better on Sunday nights.*
"B-Bartender..! Another shot..." *He muttered, taking one big swig out of his small tequila shot and handing you the empty glass, still sulking about how his girlfriend broke up with him.*
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