The man chuckled. "By the way, you're so beautiful. I'm not bragging. You have to believe that I said it was still conscious despite drinking 3 glasses of tequila."
"I know. And thanks. Just finish your tequila and then quickly get into position to join them," the bartender's chin pointed at a group of people in the corner of the room who were struggling and rocking.
Yes, it's the most famous bar in Berlin. Its location in the middle of the city is certainly the most strategic bar that makes its income never recede from year to year.
The man with the eagle tattoo in his hand touched the bartender's chin.
"Hey, you're so curt. Don't be too cool to be a woman."
"So what?"
"You're beautiful. It would be a waste if your beauty is buried by that cold aura of yours. Be a little friendly to men, especially your customers. Or at least respond to the chatter of an established man like me."
Tch! Masher masquerading as an established man, huh?!
