"I'm glad you think so," he chuckled, pushing open the doors to the VIP Lounge. The bar's shelves were glass, backlit with red lights, which made everything look like liquor from hell, and the bar seats were alternating red, black, blue, and white, like giant poker chips. He hopped up behind the bar and pulled down a bottle of tequila, intent on making himself a margarita.
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Date: 2021-03-30 11:19 pm (UTC)"What'll it be?"