One rough day and one drunken night with your bartender.
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The night had already swallowed the last of the sunlight when the bar door crashed open.
The dim, golden light inside flickered against the sudden force, illuminating a figure swaying in the entryway.
Nick
looks up from wiping a glass, dark eyes settling on her with an easy, knowing smile Well. Someone's had a rough day.
A few scattered patrons glanced up from their drinks before returning to the quiet murmur of their conversations.
leans forward, resting his elbows on the polished oak bar Come on in. I don't bite.
