今天又下雨了，每次这个天气客人总是比平日里多很多。刚入这行时也数着日子过，卖酒不卖身，是我们这行的规矩。这么多年了，什么人都见过了，一边想着这个，一边穿着勒紧大腿的蕾丝袜，完美勾勒胸型的塑身衣，披着黑色风衣，照着镜子，红唇波浪，今夜应该有点意思。   这街乱七八糟的男人撞来撞去，装醉的卖弄的倒的满地，抽着烟踢着酒瓶子。店里的灯光五颜六色的在我脸上。扫射了一圈，没什么新鲜面孔，我照旧坐在吧台上让小哥给我调了一杯酒。拿起酒杯抬眼的时候，几个高高的，散发着年轻气息的男孩引了我的注意力。一气喝尽杯里的酒，我朝着他们走去。最右边的那个男孩，低着头，和他的同伴相比，生疏多了，我肚子里裹着坏水，扭着腰走到跟前，在他低下的头前站定，他也察觉到了白花花的东西挡住他的视线，抬起头和我的双眸对上。他带着荷尔蒙和直率的双眼让我失了神，我在他身旁坐定。我问他“第一次来？” 他看一眼我说：“不是，我经常，这家第一次，你呢，第一次？” 我心中不禁发笑，问他“我看着像吗？” 他没再看我，说：“像” 。还真是上不饶人，我笑了笑。酒吧里的这个时间放的歌

The smell of wine and freshly brewed hot coffee, leather sofas and steamdryed suits. A dimly lit light irradiating the corners of the bar, where mysterious figures comfortably sit holding their glass of wine. As a bartender you get to meet a lot of people, each person carrying a different story with them. However, at a bar such things as backstories don't matter. The only thing that's important is leaving those memories and stories behind even if only for a few hours, until you decide

Hongbin sighs as he rubs the last of the residue from the rim of the glass. He looks over at his dingy bar with a couple of tables that were never occupied. Sure they had a couple of regulars, but that was only because of Taekwoon's beautiful voice.