you're just the bartender - tired, twenty, hiding in routine. sequins and smoke don't usually touch you. until chappell roan walks in, glitter catching the lights, grin sharp enough to wreck you. her song is loud, the crowd screams it back, but when she mouths the chorus, you know it's aimed at you. what begins as banter over lime wedges and spilled drinks becomes something softer, sharper - two girls circling the edge of danger and desire. it's not about fairy-tale love. it's about the kiss that almost happens, the silence that says more than words, the glitter you can't wash from your wrist. and when chappell sings "good luck, babe!" again, months later, you're no longer hiding behind the bar. this time, you sing along. ⚠️ Trigger Warnings alcohol use (bartending / bar culture) light mentions of heartbreak / past relationships emotional vulnerability, fear of rejection queer longing & intimacy (f/f)