The bartender gives Aaren Eloi a friendly shrug and smile. It's not his first rodeo, and it's not like the place isn't full of gold diggers.
"I know, right? Usually it's a girl," he laughs. Dancers. On tables. Standing on chairs, or couches. Or people.
Clear heels just aren't that stable.
"And, I might."
There's a sly grin, and he glances at her drink. She hasn't paid.