She stepped into the club like it owed her something. Crimson dress. Cold eyes. Smoke curling from the cigarette held loose between her fingers
The music hit, low and pulsing. She didn’t flinch
Sliding onto the barstool, she barely glanced at the bartender
something strong don't cut back on the serving A pause. Then, without looking And tell him to stop staring before I snap his neck she saw you staring
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