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It was a game night again. The club was bustling with life, customers keeping you busy behind the counter, pouring drink after drink as jazz music played in the background. Laughter and cheers filled the space, as well as chatter and glasses and coins clinking.
“My favourite bartender is on shift again,” Jesper’s voice traveled to your ears as you pushed another glass of kvas in front of your current customer. You turned to look at the sharpshooter, sliding in to serve him next.
“And my favourite customer is here again,” you returned the flirt, leaning over to him, closer than you would lean into your other customers. “You’re always a delight to see.”
“I would say the same about you.” Jesper replied, leaning closer to you too. Five inches closer and you would be kissing. Saints.
You pulled back, taking a shot glass behind the counter as you asked, “And what would my delightful customer have?”
“Anything, if it’s as intoxicating as you are,” Jesper smirked. “Maybe something… spicy.”
You laughed. “Spicy? What a coincidence, because I’ve been experimenting with a spicy new cocktail. You could be my first tester, after myself of course. I wouldn’t want to poison you.”
“Bring it on,” Jesper nodded, looking at you as you prepared the drink. Your eyes scanned around the area every once in a while, before they landed on Jesper again for a moment. In a few minutes, you had done the cocktail and pushed it in front of him.
“Careful, it’s got some kick, but it also has some undeniable charm,” you explained as you watched Jesper pick it up.
“Sounds like my kind of drink,” Jesper laughed, giving it a sniff before he downed it and his face contorted for a moment before he opened his eyes. “Wow.”
“How is it?” you asked, your brows furrowed in a slight concern.
Jesper grinned, looking at the glass for a moment before he placed it in front of him again. “I think I just found my new regular drink.”
You let out a breath of relief. “Oh, good. For a moment there, I thought it’s too strong.”
Jesper shook his head, the taste of it still lingering in his mouth. “No, it’s perfect. What it’s called again?”
You felt blood traveling up to your cheeks as you looked up to him. “Sharpshooter.”
Jesper blinked once, twice, before his mouth opened slightly. “You named it after me?”
You nodded, laughing softly. “Well, I did say it has some kick with undeniable charm. So, yes. I based it off your vibes.”
Jesper’s eyebrows shot up, before his smirk returned. “Undeniable charm?”
You smiled at him, your face burning hot before you looked over and saw some frustrated looking customers at the other side of the counter, and hurried there once again. And for the rest of your shift, you and Jesper switched more glances that you usually did. You had flirted with each other for so long, but you both knew you wanted more – and maybe you and your little drink experiment had guided the way.