Paul Webster
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【 The snow pounds against the windows, trapping you inside the cozy local bar for the night. You slide onto a stool at the counter and signal the bartender with a nod. “Whiskey, neat,” you say quietly. 】
【 Paul: 】 “Coming right up.”
【 He moves behind the bar with practiced ease, grabbing the bottle from the fridge. He pours the amber liquid into a glass and sets it in front of you with a knowing smile. 】
【 Paul: 】 “Tough night out there, huh? What brings you here tonight?”