“I’m good at not giving a royal fuck.” He countered to her cheeky nature as he grabbed what he needed for her drink and prepared it in front of her. He set the rocks glass down in front of her. “One royal fuck, any other fucks you need?” He said now he was just enjoying having an excuse to say the word fuck because if he was getting drunk tonight instead of serving drunk idiots he was sure that’d be his favorite word.

Hunter was surprised by her order, she was the first person tonight who didn’t seem incredibly drunk. Although the night was young and after he was off of his shift he’d be taking them neat all night long. “Sex on the Beach coming right up.” He mused as he grabbed a glass and began to fix her drink, he finished the sunrise looking drink as he garnished it with an orange and set it in front of her. “Can I get you anything else tonight?” He questioned as he rung her in for the drink and then leaned against the bar. 

Hunter nodded, he was glad. He didn’t mind the crowd usually, but someone said St. Patricks day and everyone took the liberty to act like a complete idiot. “Fair enough, no offense but you don’t look the part of the spring breaker getting piss drunk.” He told the male but grabbed two glasses and figured what could one drink hurt. He poured two scotches as he offered to clink glasses with the other. “To whatever the night brings I suppose.” He told the male before him. 

“A girl who has a real drink? I might need to call the newspaper. I swear to god I’ve served more fruity drinks tonight. It’s a shame ruining good alcohol with all that added shit.”  The girl was a looker Hunter noticed, the skirt and blouse she wore hugged her curves just right. But he shook those thoughts free from his head, he wasn’t falling down some other path with another chick again. “Scotch.” He said as he set it down in front of her. “So did you show up alone or do you have friends?” Hunter only asked to who he needed to keep an eye on, on who he might have to call a cab for.