That charming smile was to die for and it made Alex avert his eyes as color rushed to his cheeks. It was probably just a game though. That’s what people did in a club like this. That’s what his father told him too. “<i>They’re all fake, Alex. Every last one of them. No one can love you like I do.”</i><br/><br/>Alex saw it all the time working at a club like this. Maybe that’s why his father was so insistent he worked here? There were several regulars that came through and left with a different girl every weekend. Women too. They’d come in hoping to find love or fun and be back the next weekend looking for someone else.<br/><br/>Of course, all that went through his mind in the blink of an eye and he went back to the task at hand with a soft smile. “Joey is a better mixer than I am, but I can make a Bahama Mama with blue raspberry vodka. It’s not the usual way, but it’s good. Very fruity, so if you don’t like that sort of thing, I don’t recommend it.” Alex tucked a few stray wisps of hair behind his ear and licked his lips before continuing, “Uh.. I can do whiskey sour or a White Russian too. What would you like?”