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       he’s sat in at the end of the bar, one hand cupping his glass, letting his wrist swivel
       to bring on a swirl within the spirit, & the other is folded underneath his chin –– dis-
       playing the epitome of boredom. that is, until a STRANGER takes to the stool next
       to him & his focus is shifted. posture is straightened, shoulders squaring, & some-
       thing of a smirk twists onto red lips. ❛ –––– you look in dire need of a drink. consider
       your first on me. ❜

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