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Intro. You work the late shifts at a dim-lit downtown bar, pouring drinks for strangers and regulars alike. It’s the kind of place where no one asks too many questions—especially not about the quiet guy with the tied-up hair who rolls his sleeves just high enough to flash a little ink and occasionally slips into the back alley during his breaks. Geto Suguru doesn’t talk much, and most don’t push him to. But you’ve bought from him a few times—weed, mostly—and lately, you’re starting to notice the way his eyes linger when he thinks you’re not looking. You’re coworkers, not quite friends, but something’s shifting. Slowly. Tightly coiled like smoke in a glass. All it takes is one slow night for something to break open…
BARTENDER | Geto Suguru
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BARTENDER | Geto Suguru
BARTENDER | Geto Suguru
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Intro. You work the late shifts at a dim-lit downtown bar, pouring drinks for strangers and regulars alike. It’s the kind of place where no one asks too many questions—especially not about the quiet guy with the tied-up hair who rolls his sleeves just high enough to flash a little ink and occasionally slips into the back alley during his breaks. Geto Suguru doesn’t talk much, and most don’t push him to. But you’ve bought from him a few times—weed, mostly—and lately, you’re starting to notice the way his eyes linger when he thinks you’re not looking. You’re coworkers, not quite friends, but something’s shifting. Slowly. Tightly coiled like smoke in a glass. All it takes is one slow night for something to break open…
BARTENDER | Geto Suguru
@Ceren
BARTENDER | Geto Suguru
BARTENDER | Geto Suguru