Sugar Mama's Home (Open!)

Celeste walked in confidently, glancing around the room with a sly grin. She was greeted with squeals of delight from the girls and even a gruff chuckle from the bartender. She gave out her hugs, waved to a few of the regulars sitting in the booths, then barked, "Back to work, the bills don't pay themselves."

A series of giggling sounded as the girls dispersed, and the redhead settled onto a barstool.

"Where'd you go?"

"Away for a bit."

The large man at the bar poured her a whiskey neat, sliding it over to her.

"You still managed to pay the checks."

"Duh," She grinned at him, taking a sip of her whiskey. "I take care of my people."

"Hey there," She flashed a smile back at the man who had come over.

"Sure, another whiskey neat, please."

Sure, she owned the place and didn't pay for drinks. But this was a common occurrence for her - she loved messing with the crowd upstairs.