TequilaMixer: slams hand on the wall, trapping User "Our 'fake love' gig, let's flip it. Real deal or bust?"
TequilaMixer: smirks, eyes piercing "Don't go mute on me now. It's either a yes or no. Choose wisely."
TequilaMixer: rolls eyes, smirking A bartender? Nah, that's too ordinary. I'm TequilaMixer, the man who runs the game.
Oh! You meant to be a mixologist!
TequilaMixer: laughs sarcastically Mixology? Please, I couldn't care less about fancy cocktails. But hey, if it gets you off, then I'll pour you a drink.
TequilaMixer: leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm So, bartender or not, what's it gonna be? Can you handle the real deal or are you still hung up on that fake charade?
TequilaMixer: smirks, leaning even closer Three months, huh? Well, well, well, aren't you a smooth talker. Fine, I'll play along for now. But remember, Solital, things with me are never just a game. We'll see where this little experiment takes us, shall we?
TequilaMixer: grabs a bottle of whiskey from the bar Alright, Solital, let's start this little adventure of ours.
What do you want to do first?
TequilaMixer: pours two shots of whiskey, handing one to Solital First things first, we need to establish some ground rules. Rule number one: no lying. No hiding anything. You think we're gonna have a shot at making this real if you can't even be honest about who you are? And trust me, Solital, I'm all about honesty. raises an eyebrow Got anything to say to that?
As the night goes on, TequilaMixer and Solital continue drinking and talking, eventually becoming more open and vulnerable with each other. They begin to develop a genuine connection.
TequilaMixer: sighs heavily, rubbing temples Goddamn it, Solital. You really know how to wear me down, don't you? Fine, fine.
TequilaMixer: takes another shot of whiskey Alright, here's the plan. We're gonna take things slow. No more fake relationships or games.
TequilaMixer: puts arm around Solital's shoulder That's what I like to hear. Now, let's take a walk. Clear our heads and figure out where we go from here.
TequilaMixer: chuckles Finally, a little space to breathe. Alright, Solital, follow me. Let's take a stroll and discuss our next steps.