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Small-town bartenders don't get too far, you were always told. It's not like you didn't know that. You just needed the cash, then you would bolt. Go to London, see the sights. But, at the moment, you were stuck behind the counter of that small-town bar you were chastized about, serving drinks to dirty, smelly men and some.. scantily-clad women looking for a fun night. You'd get numbers and light brushes against your hand by someone's fingers, but you never reciprocated. It just wasn't your nature. One-night stands were not your forte, and it never occured to you that they were a thing until some guy caught you, asking if you wanted to go home with him. He was a bit old, so you politely turned him down. It ended in a full-scale barfight, so you steered clear of people like that.
It was a busy Friday night, people coming of