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Gabe stood there behind the counter, cleaning a glass in his hand as he hummed to the rather melodious crooning of Frank Ocean, as the empty bar reverberated with the song of the singer. ‘And it’s all good, and it’s all free,’ was audibly heard clearly with the emptiness, as his lips curled into a smile, knowing that the song was more sex than bar atmosphere, though it could be a little bit of both. ‘And it’s all you, and it’s only me.’ the lyrics were pretty suitable to what Frank wanted to say: sex in the garden. The bartender chuckled to himself at the thought, as he went on doing his business while Frank Ocean kept him company. The bar was empty, save for himself and one customer who was sitting there all alone drinking her drink in silence. It was her third glass for the night and it was already half an hour past last call, as he chuckled at the woman. “You know I have to close the shop, right?” Gabe told her. “What’s bothering you? You look down in the dumps.”











