The alcohol, mebbe. I recalled going to a cocktail bar started by my sis and her friends. The guy whom i was attempting to date then (i really wasn't that into him) got miffed that i smiled back at a bartender who was being extra attentive that night. Dude, it's called courtesy. And, come on, he's friendly because i'm his boss' sister. Special instructions by his boss to give me whatever i want that night because it's my birthday treat. One of the reasons why i called it off not long after.
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