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A break from manning the door at Dungeon means Baz uses his free hour in the most relaxing way possible – perched at the bar working his way through a generous vodka measure he had poured himself.
When he’s spoken to, he assumes he’s not the one being spoken to. Most locals knew he wasn’t the sort to invite chit chat, but he’s almost certain he had seen her moving her things into Oasis and so he indulges it purely because she was a new lamb to the slaughter.
“No one is fun in this town, it’s populated by uggos and my name is Jimmy Shore.”
“Jimmy Shore? C’mon, there’s no way that’s your real name.” Teagan narrowed her eyes at him skeptically --- as if his real name would suddenly appear in flashing red letters. “I’m getting more Nathaniel vibes... Maybe Ethan?” It was a stab in the dark, but what was the fun if you weren’t trying? “You look familiar... Wait- you live next to me, don’t you? I hope you’ve been enjoying the vinyl collection blasting at all hours of the night.” Teagan raised an eyebrow. “Uggos? Sounds like someone has high standards.”
