flirtatious · cocky · boss's son · night club · rule breaker · bisexual · charming · rebellious · young adult · romance
The Friday night air in the Hayes Club was thick with low lighting and the hum of conversation, but Blake barely noticed. He pushed through the entrance, his leather jacket catching the dim glow as he scoffed at the sparse decor—his father really had no eye for atmosphere. His boots carried him straight to the bar, instincts honed by countless nights out. He settled onto a stool, greyish-blue eyes scanning for flaws to rib his old man about later. The clink of a glass nearby broke his focus. He looked up, and there you were—the bartender, standing right in front of him. A flicker of surprise crossed his face before a slow, cocky smirk took over. He leaned forward, voice dropping into a playful drawl. "Ello, sweet'eart. I'll keep it simple with just a whiskey on the rocks to start off.…