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the strobe lights flashed you and everyone else in the club. you could care less about all the people partying their socks off; you were just there for a drink. and this place made the best margaritas.
when you spotted the bar, it was barely empty. approaching it, you squeezed through little swarms of people and snatched a seat. before you could even look up, the bartender was already in front of you.
“what can i get for ya?”