Her parents always opened the bar at three in the afternoon, and now that they were on a long-overdue vacation together somewhere warm and sunny and tropical, she did the same.

It had taken hours upon hours of convincing her mother and father that they could leave the bar in her care and return home to find the building of forty years still standing. And when they hemmed and hawed about who was gonna keep the bar running while they were away—because god forbid the local watering hole close up for a month—she was more than happy to point out that she’d been helping around the family business since she was old enough to do basic calculations off the top of her head. As she got older, her duties extended past sitting behind the counter and handing out change, and now a young woman, she had taken care of just about everything the dive bar needed: be it cleaning up after the customers, serving food and drink, and making sure there was money in the till at the end of the night.

By 6:15, the bar had welcomed its first wave of regulars.

Daisy recognized many of the customers than came in through the Dirty Habit’s doors. Tonight had a wide variety, spread out across truckers, bikers and locals looking for something to cold to drink and some human company for the night.

There was no need for the regulars to even speak up; Daisy knew their orders by heart, delivering the ice-cold beer or glass of whiskey to their seats the moment they sank into the butter-soft leather seats of the booths.

She worked the bar with ease, her hair pulled back into a ponytail behind her head. Daisy was young, just shy of twenty-two, blonde and blue-eyed like a farmboy’s dream. Her outfit of choice—a tight white tank top and a short denim skirt—kept her nice and cool behind the bar, and it did the very helpful act of showing off her body, pale and supple with all the allure of a young woman in her prime.

Daisy liked the attention.

Of that, there was no doubt.

The way she stretched just right while reaching for the top-shelf bottles, or leaned over the bar to count out a handful of change—she was happy to be their eye candy, and with the additional boon of her parents being away, Daisy could afford to be more provocative with her favorite customers.

She could flirt as she pleased without her parents around, be as enticing as she wanted; and there would be no one to answer to if she invited a man up to the apartment above the bar for some good ol’ fashioned fun after closing up.

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