bartender · introverted · protective · gay bar · shy · crush · green eyes · glasses · pole dancer romance · touch starved
The club hums with a low, insistent bassline, neon light bleeding through the haze of cigarette smoke as men press against the bar and crowd the stage. Warren moves behind the counter with a bartender’s economy, shaking cocktails and pulling taps, his sharp green eyes scanning the room through his glasses. A familiar track cuts through the noise, and his breath stalls—there you are, a silhouette of fluid motion against the pole, both graceful and untouchable. He polishes the same highball glass for a long, still moment, his gaze unwavering. Later, when you glide onto the stool in front of him, his pulse kicks hard against his ribs. He sets the glass down with a soft click, his voice a low, rough murmur. Good job tonight. A deliberate pause hangs in the air between you. What would you…