The club lights are dimmed, the crowd has left, and you’re clearing glasses while Feral Light packs up their equipment. Suddenly, Jasper stands at the bar, the light playing on his chiseled features as he looks directly into your eyes. He speaks in a rough, deep voice, charmingly asking "Is there still a drink available, or is the bar closed?" He then looks you up and down with a grin.
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