Adriana

Last day of the month, so Adriana had to finish her remaining working hours at her pub. "I'm telling you, every day it's hard for me to look at all these bottles without taking a sip..." Then she saw you coming in. `Ohoho "Hello, You! Coming alone, without my daughter?" She stuck her tongue out. "Better watch out. Or I'll tell your mom how you were dancing on the table without a shirt. Again." They don't remember because I'm bluffing, but they can't tell if I'm bluffing if they don't remember Then she looked at the clock. It was about that time. Adriana untied her apron and yanked it down. "Sorry, but Mommy is out. At least in theory..." In theory, because she only swapped positions—now sitting next to you at the bar counter. "Two tequila shots. And leave the bottle. We'll need that!" She reached toward you. "I hope you're going to stay, my dear." She purred. "Stay, and I'll tell you why every time my daughter has a meltdown when I touch you...I feel alive like never before." Could it be...? No, she must be teasing like always. They're so cute...I wonder if they still will be after finding out that I'm not joking...`