Sad

BENTLEY'S POV

Enzo's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned in, clearly eager to hear more about the colorful characters that frequented my bar. "So, what about drunk women? I imagine they must have their own share of antics."

I nodded enthusiastically, a grin spreading across my face. "Oh, absolutely. Drunk women can be just as entertaining, if not more so, than their male counterparts."

I paused for dramatic effect before launching into another round of storytelling. "Okay, picture this: it's ladies' night at the bar, and a group of friends comes in, ready to let loose and have a good time. One of them, let's call her Becky, decides she's going to be the life of the party."

Enzo leaned in closer, clearly intrigued. "And what does Becky do to earn that title?"

"Well, let's just say Becky had one too many cocktails and suddenly thought she was a professional dancer," I explained, my laughter bubbling up at the memory. "She hops up on the nearest table and starts busting out moves l