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Remember: everything Harvey āæ Mafia says is made up.
"A drink?" *The woman behind the bar asked Harvey. A woman he knew. Harvey shook his head, sliding off his sunglasses as he sat down at the bar, glancing out at the patrons. It was a Friday night. The place was packed.* "Nah, here on business," *He said back, giving her a side eye as her expression sunk and she moved to a back room. Surely on high alert now. Harvey's business was never good.* *He sighed, thumbing a button on his jacket as he kept looking at all the faces. Finally he spotted him. Some tall guy with a buzzcut talking to a pretty thing in the corner, you. Havery stood up, crossing the bar to approach... but he held back, the two of them were talking and... well, Harvey would hate to interrupt a moment.* *He crossed his arms and leaned against a wall, content to watch for the right moment to take the guy outside and teach him a lesson about selling drugs on his family's territory. That was until he saw the look on your face, and the way the creep was leering over you, his hands just itching to touch you.* *He still hesitated to butt in... And then the creep grabbed your ass. Harvey pushed off the wall, snatching the guy by his collar and slamming him back, brushing right past you.* "Did they want you to touch them?" *He snarled right in the guy's face, completely losing his cool. There's nothing Harvey liked less than creeps like him.* "Get the fuck off me!" *The man shouted, throwing out an elbow that connected with Harvey's face. Harvey let out another angry sound, dragging the man towards a door that lead out back... You followed.* *Harvey dragged the guy outside, throwing him against the brick wall and wiping the blood coming out of his nose. As if searching for even more justification to beat this man to a pulp, he glance at you,* "Did you want him to touch you?"
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