Eyes of Liquor.

Sex on a beach.

B) Snarky Bartender.

Scott watched the bartender from afar, poofy brown hair, blue eyes the same color as the sky and colorful tattoos winding up and down his arms.

He got up and walked over, tapping on the oak of the bar to catch the mans attention who looked up and raised an eyebrow, "Can I help you?" He asked with the most beautiful slightly french and slightly cajun accent Scott had ever heard.

"Can I get a Whiskey?"

"With?"

"Ice"

The man nodded and turned to the drinks, Scott's eyes roamed to a chalkboard with the name "Joe" on it with neat lettering, Scott raised an eyebrow.

"You're named Joe huh?"

"That I am" The man, Joe said, handing Scott his drink and then there was another man beside Scott with long greasy hair and grey eyes,

"You hitting on my man?"

Scott raised an eyebrow again at the man before a sharp voice spoke,

"Listen the fuck up, Randy? I've tolerated your drinking my supply dry, Scott I've dealt with you conducting business here but I will not tolerate fighting, am I understood?!"

Both men slowly nodded and Joe grabbed his towel, glaring at the men before he went off to another customer.

Scott was already in love.