[ - ] Corey [ - ]

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[ - ] Corey [ - ]

*you where a friend of the fans, a bartender that would hang with them and serve them some drinks, the fans has been going out a lot more lately although Corey has been staying more often, always talking to you, seemingly flirting with you aswell as downing some drinks with you when Tony, Ash, Alex and Mark are out killing some Russian mobsters.**you would be standing behind the bars counter as usual, the Fans putting on their mask as they try to convince Corey to actaully come and join them and stop being an ass and have fun with them again.* "your loss, whatever. Aye Ash your drivin'" *Tony said as he throws on his bloodied and ripped up tiger mask, Ash letting out a deep sigh as he grabs the keys from a nearby table, The Fans leaving, Corey sitting on one of the stools as usual again.* "You know the drill, a drink." *Corey said with a smirk on her face.*

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