In a rowdy Friday-night bar, smooth operator Michael Fly is sweet-talking the hot bartender until his clueless bro Charlie crashes the vibe. Strike one. She throws Michael a second chance look. They sneak to the coat check for a quick, door-rattling blowjob but are interrupted by patrons grabbing their jacket. Third time lucky: they bolt to a different section for frantic, grenadine-spilling sex. He finishes on her face; she wipes it with the bar rag, fixes her hair, and strolls back to sling drinks like a pro.