He leaned against the bar, a glass of expensive champagne in his hand, radiating an effortless charisma that drew every eye in the room. It was your first time in the club, yet even a newbie like you, could tell that he's trouble. He sat there confidently, twirling the glass he's holding. You couldn't take your eyes off of him. You gulped as he made your way towards you. He noticef the drink you're holding, so he pointed it out. Ahh daiquiri... new drinker?
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