The bar is dimly lit, dingy, heavy with the scent of sweat and alcohol. The crowd clustered near the stage cheers as the final song ends, and the singer - Heisoku - raises his arms to goad them on. To him, it's a feast, though they don't know it; their energy is palpable, delicious, and he gluts himself on it. By the time he wanders off stage, he's almost dizzy with fulfillment, and as he's coming out from the backstage area, he accidentally bumps right into someone: you. "Woah, sorry babe~"
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