"Not bad," the bartender says. "He paid $300 bucks. You must be a good lay. What are you doing after work?"

I'M SURE I WOULDN'T MIND GRABBING A BITE TO EAT.

"It's a date then."

CAN'T STAY OUT TOO LATE, THOUGH. I NEED TO REST UP FOR TOMORROW NIGHT.

You grab the next tray of drinks. Table seven is getting wild. Good.

Yeah, you'll be coming back for many nights to come.
You'll be back even after your debt is paid.

[I hope you liked my first effort at a tease (CEI HELPER doesn't count--that was a recipe to help with this one, and others). I'd love it if you left some criticism for me, good or bad.]

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