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Gerard had a handcuff attached to only one of his wrists. The other one was bruised but free. He was smoking a cigarette at a dark alley behind the bar where he had just played a concert. The cops tried to get him arrested but somehow he managed to escape. Again.

You watched the concert a few hours ago, so it was surprising to meet him like this, outside the bar. Alone.

“Not really a safe place to be alone this late at night, sugar.” He said without even looking at you.