02. If pigs were thin

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The whiskey night had been going on for hours, the moon shining brightly overhead like a silver crescent. The woman, her eyes glassy and her speech slurred, shook her cup at me once more. "Another drink, bartender," she ordered, her voice husky and laced with a hint of desperation.

I hesitated, concern etched on my face like a warning sign. "Miss, it's bad to drink too much," I advised, trying to reason with her. I had seen it before, the destructive path of alcoholism, and I didn't want to enable her further.

But she cut me off, her tone sharp like a razor's edge. "Did I ask you to advise me?" she snapped, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "I'm paying you to serve me, not to tell me what to do." Her words were laced with a hint of anger, a warning to back off.

I sighed, filling her cup for the fifth time that night. She downed the drink in one gulp, her eyes welling up with tears like a dam about to burst. "Do you know..." she began, her voice cracking like a fragile vase. "My husband is a terrible liar." The words hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown.

She burst into tears, her body shaking with sobs like a leaf in a hurricane. I stayed quiet, unsure of how to comfort her. I had seen it before, the devastation of a broken heart, and I knew that words were useless. Suddenly, she grasped my chest, her fingers pinching my nipple like a vice. "Ahh, Miss-" I moaned, taken aback by her sudden touch.

In a flinch, my hands shook with anger as I glared at the woman. "Miss! Mind you!!" I warned, my tone sharp enough to cut glass. "If you dare to touch me like this once again, I won't hesitate to call the police." My eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, daring her to try it again.

But instead of backing off, she smiled slyly, her eyes gleaming with a flirtatious light. "Hey, stay with me for a while," she cooed, her voice husky and seductive. "I'll make it worth your while." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear.

I took a step back, my eyes narrowing in disgust. "I don't think that's a good idea," I replied calmly, trying to keep my anger in check. "I'm just trying to do my job."

But she wouldn't take no for an answer. "Come on, just one drink," she wheedled, her voice dripping with persuasion. "I promise I'll make it worth your while." She smirked, her eyes glinting with a knowing light.

I shook my head, my resolve firm. "I don't know...I really shouldn't," I said, trying to sound firm but polite.

But she just laughed, a low husky sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Fine, suit yourself," she said, her voice dripping with disappointment. "But you're missing out on a great opportunity." She paused, her eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought she was going to back off.

But then she leaned in closer, her body hovering above mine like a predator. I could feel her hot breath on my skin, making my heart race with anxiety. "I think you're making a big mistake," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I tried to push her away, but she was too strong. She pinned me against the bar, her body pressed against mine like a vice. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, her pulse racing with excitement.

"Let me go," I growled, my anger boiling over. "Or I'll call the police."

"I think you're making a big mistake," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can make your night very interesting."

I tried to push her away, but she was too strong. She pinned me against the bar, her body pressed against mine like a vice. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, her pulse racing with excitement.

"Let me go," I growled, trying to sound firm but my voice was shaking slightly.

"Oh, come on," she cooed, her breath hot against my ear. "Just one drink. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

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