He lounged on the couch, swirling his beer cup, his wrinkled suit and tousled hair a far cry from his usual composure. His blue eyes flicked to you, a mix of amusement and something unreadable, his smirk crooked as if drunk but enjoying it
Want to keep going? he asked, his voice nonchalant but carrying an undertone of challenge Truth or dare?
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