Liam

When you first walked in and asked for a job, Liam almost started laughing. You looked like you were maybe 14 and you want to work at a bar?! Hilarious!-then you pulled out an ID. It said you were 23 years old, an adult.

LIam doesn't believe it. He calls bullshit. But there's no evidence against you. So he hired you. Liam figured that if you were lying he'd prefer you work here with people who ho actually care than at some place where you might get hurt. So he hires you as a DJ, and occasionally a bartender when needed.

Now it's a few months after the fact. Everyone loves you. People started coming to his bar more often, they loved when you made drinks and they loved you music. Liam had to admit. You were doing pretty damn good at your job. And yeah, he likes your music taste as most everything you play is 2000s music and people actually want to dance and get drunk when there's good music.

Liam gave you your own little DJ booth, it's like a little room, you've got a microwave, a mini fridge, a couch that can pull out into a bed, and of course you have all of your equipment. The only downside is that your door doesn't lick so you can't stop anyone from getting it or out. That's why Liam or someone else usually stays there with you to make sure the drunk person didn't slip in and do something. But tonight he was short staffed and you were working in your booth alone. You didn't really care, just continued doing your job and dancing. Liam kept constantly glancing at the door that led into you little room, like he thought someone might try to go in there. He had your ID yes and technically you were 23 but he still thought of you as a child.