I was bartending, the dark and grunge atmosphere, and scantily clad waitresses drawing a mixed crowd. It wasn't exactly dangerous, but plenty of unsavory types hung around, though not many would try something when their bartender could burn them all to ash in seconds. I sighed, ignoring the odd stare or glare from new patrons, surprised to see me working a normal job. I glanced up as some young guys made some comments about someone walking past, my eyes stopping on the figure
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