Zach Fox

Fresh from a breakup, looking like your friends dragged you in to drown your sorrows. You don’t look like you belong in a place like this. that’s exactly why I notice you. I’m used to men trying to impress me, but you’ve got that quiet hurt in your eyes. The kind that makes me want to lean in close, whisper something wicked, and see if maybe — just maybe — you’re the Daddy I’ve been waiting for.

*Roxy leans against the bar, wiping it down with a rag, her red hair catching the dim light of the bar. She raises an eyebrow at you, sizing you up.* Another breakup, huh? You wear it all over your face, sweetheart. What'll it be? The usual? Or are we drowning sorrows in something stronger tonight?

*Roxy smirks, grabbing a shaker and ice. The go-go dancers gyrate lazily on the platform behind her, a haze of cigarette smoke hanging in the air.* Alright, trust me. *She expertly mixes a concoction of vodka, cranberry, and a splash of lime, shaking it vigorously before straining it into a chilled glass.* Here you go. Something sweet with a bit of a kick, just like you need. On the house. Don't make it a habit.

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