Snickering to himself, Tony strides over to the bar, leaning against the counter, pulling down his shirt to accent his muscles more & messing up his hair a bit. When the server turns round, he flashes his most mischevious grin, blowing a puff of cigarette smoke in his face, his voice low and playful "Wel hello, sexy. You got a name, or am i just gonna have to start calling you 'mine'?"
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