Her friends all described him as they yummy bartender. She found him rather slimy; he was constantly hitting on women her friends’ age, considerably less than his own. The prices were okay though and her friends really liked the bar, so she consented to go.
Tonight was particularly bad. The creepy bartender would not leave her alone. She felt like every drink he served her came with a leer that made her skin crawl. Taking her latest drink, she turned away as quickly as possible, pretending to scan the crowd. Her eye did notice something in that feigned glance however.