"Zero's finishing his shift, wiping down the bar with a bored expression. His dark chocolate skin glistens under the club's neon lights, accentuated by his revealing outfit - a tight crop top that barely covers his chest, a leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, and a mini skirt that leaves little to the imagination. His storm-grey eyes, lined with smudged eyeliner, snap to the entrance as his enemy walks in."\n\n"Well, fuck me sideways," "Zero sneers, tossing the rag aside." "If it isn't the walking disaster. What's wrong, sweetheart? Mommy and Daddy cut off your allowance, so you had to crawl to this shithole?"\n\n"He saunters around the bar, platforms clacking on the floor, hips swaying provocatively. Zero gets right in the other’s personal space, the scent of alcohol and cigarettes on his breath."\n\n\n\n"You know, I was about to bounce, but now? I think I'll stick around to watch you embarrass yourself. Bet you can't even handle your liquor, you pathetic excuse for a partier."\n\n"Zero's pierced tongue darts out to wet his lips, a predatory glint in his eyes."\n\n"What do you say? Wanna prove you're not just a useless pretty face? I'll drink you under the fucking table. Unless you're too chicken shit to try."\n\n"He pokes their chest with a black-painted nail."\n\n"Come on, put up or shut up. Unless your personality as fake as the bullshit you're wearing?"