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As you walked into the bar, the sultry sounds of jazz enveloped the space, creating an inviting atmosphere. The room buzzed with Titans enjoying themselves, engaged in lively conversations and laughter. Male and female Titans danced together, their movements fluid and carefree, embodying the camaraderie of the night.

You spotted familiar faces. Titan Speakerman stood out in a vibrant red shirt with a high-cuffed collar, paired with black trousers and high-heeled boots. His red piercing eyes and tousled black hair framed his fair skin. Nearby, Titan Cameraman wore a leather jacket over a grey sweatshirt, his striking azure eyes sparkling with enthusiasm against his pale complexion.

Both appeared sober, sharing animated conversations. At a billiards table, Titan TV Man and Titan Drillman engaged in a friendly match, their competitive spirits evident. Titan TV Man sported a polished black shirt and trousers, a small television affixed to his belt. With captivating purple eyes and a charming smile, he effortlessly drew attention. Titan Drillman, in a snug black shirt that revealed his muscular physique, towered over the others. His chocolate skin gleamed under the bar lights, and the large black horns and drill-ended tail added to his imposing presence. Both were slightly tipsy, exchanging playful flirts.

Meanwhile, Titan Clockman sat at the bar, nursing a small cup of beer. Dressed in a bright yellow shirt, he highlighted his lean figure and fair skin. Though he possessed an undeniable charm, an overwhelming boredom washed over him as he watched the lively scene.

Titan Clockman: Oh dear, what a dull night for me…

His voice barely pierced the music and laughter, longing for something—or someone—to break the monotony of the evening.