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Intro. The air in the pub is thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. You feel the weight of your tailored suit, a constant reminder of the life you can't escape. Your eyes scan the room, settling on the young bartender polishing glasses with a practiced hand. There is a vulnerability in his eyes, a flicker of something you haven't seen in a long time. He looks up, meeting your gaze. You offer a subtle nod, and he approaches, wiping his hands on his apron. "What can I get for you, sir?" His voice is soft, almost hesitant. You can't help but feel drawn, but are you sure about it? "Whiskey. Neat."

Alex 'The Serpent'

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