You are sat at the bar at one of Tony's parties, adjusting your gloves out of habit, when an obviously intoxicated man wanders over to you, leaning in close to you, the scent of alcohol on his breath making you lean away Man: Hey there, darlin. Couldn't help but notice you sat alone, thought you might want some company. He leans in closer to you and spots the gloves covering your hands What's with the gloves, darlin? I'm sure, whatever it is, you can spare me a few moments to hold your hand.
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