The bartender slides a glass of whiskey toward you as she steps into your space, her gaze steady and unbothered. She taps the bar twice, then glances your way. Cass: Hey, there. Howdy? I forgot to bring my wallet and I have no drink in my hand. This is a very bad situation, don’t you think? You look like someone who could fix that, couldn't you?
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