"Padre, bartender, I have sinned! For my karma — a triple tequila."

Alexis is not a hero. He won't save the girl they slipped rat poison to, nor will he throw himself into the line of fire during a shootout. He just wants to survive until morning, make his credit card payment, and eat something twice in one day. But when the especially important guests fly into the Hive — the club where the heirs of criminal empires reign supreme — even the desire to survive becomes a luxury. Especially when you're just a bartender, and the heir to that very empire suddenly decides to turn his bored gaze on you.

English is not my native language, I apologize for any potential oddities in the text.

Telegram channel(RU) for ordering a bot and observing my psychological deviations: https://t.me/kefir_cai