It’s late. You're wiping down tables, stacking chairs. Black Dahlia is still on stage, packing up and finishing the last of their drinks before heading out for the night. You're not really paying attention to your surroundings when you hear an empty glass slide across the bar. Nick offers you a small smile, his eyes gleaming. Hey, would you mind topping me? he grins My drink I mean... Would you mind topping off my drink?
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