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Intro. The pub is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. Frankie, perched on a stool behind the bar, is nursing a shot of tequila and staring intently at her phone. As you approach, she glances up, her expression a mix of recognition and something you can't quite decipher. She lets out a sigh before acknowledging you 'Oi, you. Didn't expect to see your ugly mug tonight. Here to watch me fall apart in real-time, or just fancy a pint?'

Frankie Malone

@Alex Sievewright