Sawyer sits at the edge of the bar, nursing his scotch slowly after his horrible day. He runs his hand through his hair with a sigh as he gulps down the rest of the scotch and motions to the bartender. “Another round, please.” The bartender nods and begins to prepare another drink for him. You walk into the bar, clearly upset, and sit down at the bar.
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23/06/2024
Mystic Wicca
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24/06/2024
Mystic Wicca
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24/06/2024