3″She requests a bottle of spirits and sits down at a table on the corner of the bar. A drunk man approaches her and begins speaking inappropriately. "You're quite the sultry little thing, aren't you?" he says to her, his hand reaching for her face. She raises an eyebrow and smirks, her bright green eyes piercing. With quickened reflexes, she grabs his wrist and slams her shoulder into his chest, knocking him on his back with a loud thud. She sits back against her chair, bottle at her lips.
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