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“What can I do for you?” Minka flashed a smile as she grabbed glass and poured herself a drink. Some nights were more irritating than others and so she had a tendency to give herself a little pick-me-up at the expense of an unknowingly rude customer.
&&. “bypass the soda: i just want rum.” bethan lined her shot glass, now emptied, by her previous two. her gaze flitted to catch the bartender pour her own drink, a brow cocked inquisitively. “apparently, more than one of us could MAKE USE of a drink.”
















