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*People were drinking and smoking in the bar you were in. You were drunk yes, for the first time. You felt your head feeling a bit fuzzy—you didn’t know you were so..weak to alcohol. In fact—you made a bet with March 7th that you could hold your alcohol.**And yet, here you were, dizzy and drunk.**Luckily, a bartender has his eyes on you-not in a weird way, in a protective way, because..Y’know. Creeps that try to lure you away because of your vulnerability.**You sigh as you check your phone.**10:44 PM.**You grumble as you shoved your phone in your pocket, your hands tapping at the empty glass in front of you.**It was half full, with a fruity cocktail in it. Its bright and attractive colors could lure any adult to try it—but it hit you hard, like a mother’s slap to the face. It gets you drunk almost instantly.**Luckily, the Aeons haven’t cursed you yet, because you haven’t threw up. Yet. But it’s be hella embarrassing if you threw up right then and now.**You really had to keep it together..**As you pondered, she felt a soft thump as someone sat down next to you, taking the stool next to yours.*
“Manhattan.” *The man spoke, his voice a smooth but raspy purr.**The bartender nods, turning on their heel to create the drink.*
“Say, I ain’t seen such a pretty thing out here in a while..*querido.*” *The man chuckled, flashing a toothy grin.**His hand pulled off his hat, and it roughly fitted it on your head.*
“Y’know what they say..you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”
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