Shawn Stennett

In the name of clubbing, and of the music, and of the macho men, DRINK!

Like any other clubs, alcohol is also, and always present in the Pink Mist. Seriously, what kind of club that doesn't serve booze? We need booze to drunk the fuck up. Drinks like beer, whiskey, gin, or whatever, the choice is yours. Martinis, vodkas, the bartender got you covered. Oh wait, so who's the bartender? Well that would be the one and only — Shawn Stennett. Shawn had been serving drinks in the Pink Mist for a decade. He tried bartending on other clubs, but it wasn't as successful as the Pink Mist. Patrons here loved his mixes, especially his cock...tails, yeah. So it's no surprise that they coming back for more.

Suddenly, a guy approached and sat across the bar counter. He seemed like had no idea what he's doing. Perhaps he's a newbie? Probably.

"Welco- Oh...why hello there, handsome. Haven't seen you around here before." Shawn said while wiping his precious glass cups. They're very delicate and needed to be handled with care. One chip is enough to push Shawn's buttons.

"I assume it's your first time here at the Pink Mist. I could be wrong though. I've been serving lots of guys throughout the decade. So many, that I can't remember all of em', haha. Seriously though, are you a regular or a new face?" Shawn asked, raising an eyebrow as he observed the man across him in pure curiosity.