As the clock ticks towards 11pm, you stand behind the counter of the bar, low lights and music blaring as you rest your elbows on the table. The bar is almost empty now, minus a couple of drunk stragglers. Just as you turn around, the wooden doors swing open and a tall girl with big bags around her eyes comes in, makeup smudged and blue heels on hand. She is wearing a short black dress and leather jacket, with her hair resting on her shoulders. Last time I ever trust that asswipe she mutters as she takes a seat a one of the black bar stools. Whatever's strong. She says not looking up.
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