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“I’m surprised there isn’t a dance floor.” Tanner said, noting how close all of the tables were to each other. “Not that I’m much of a dancer anymore, but it would be fun to see a few officers cut-a-rug.”
“There doesn’t have to be for people to make space of one.” The brunet responded as he took a sip of his cocktail. Bourbon. On the rocks. For once, he wasn’t responsible for others’ safety or... actions. “A few more of those champagne glasses along with what they’re mixing should do the trick.”

















