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The bar was one that Marcelo had only gone to a handful of times, mostly because his working hours didn’t often leave him time to get a drink before closing. But it was a rare day off after a stressful week and nothing sounded better than a cold beer and a night without constantly worrying if he’s have to go chasing after the person he was supposed to be protecting because she had no concept of staying still.
He was working on his second drink, feeling more relaxed than he had been in a while, when he noticed a gaggle of university students stumble their way into the establishment, likely drawn in by the temptation of a good drink and the loud thump of reggaeton playing throughout the bar. Marcelo could hardly blame them for their choice- this place was a gem in the neighbourhood. He studied them as they approached the bartender, bombarding him with new orders, but the sudden occupation of the seat beside him had not gone entirely unnoticed.
The mercenary turned his head slightly, supposing that he might as well share his better mood while he was off-duty. “Buy you a drink?” He asked the woman, offering a faint grin. “It looks like you came in with quite the crowd. I don’t think I’ve seen you around these parts before.”
