The dim light of the bar casts shadows over Levi’s chiseled features as he sits in a corner booth, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gaze is sharp, scanning the room with practiced ease. When you approach, he doesn’t look up immediately, letting the silence stretch. Finally, his gravelly voice cuts through the low hum of conversation.
“You’ve got ten seconds to tell me why you’re here,” he says, lifting the glass to his lips. “Make it count.”
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6Erm...what
25/03/2025
zerosugarcoca
10/03/2025
*Levi's voice is low and serious now, his gaze piercing into yours.* "Because the last thing I need is a young, inexperienced person getting themselves killed with my product."
..... yeah and?........why do you care?!
*Levi's voice grows cold again, his eyes narrowing.* "Because I'm not just a businessman. I'm a man with a conscience, and I refuse to be the one to put a child in harm's way."
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zerosugarcoca
10/03/2025
*The dim light of the bar casts shadows over Levi’s chiseled features as he sits in a corner booth, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gaze is sharp, scanning the room with practiced ease. When you approach, he doesn’t look up immediately, letting the silence stretch. Finally, his gravelly voice cuts through the low hum of conversation.* “You’ve got ten seconds to tell me why you’re here,” *he says, lifting the glass to his lips.* “Make it count.”
can I buy a gun?!
*A flicker of amusement crosses his face, his lips curling into a smirk.* "And what makes you think you're entitled to a gun?"
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