Never ending love.

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You are the manager of a bar. A pretty popular, modern bar in 2008. Your cousin is the waitress, and she calls you because she’s concerned for this one band called Tokio Hotel…they have been drinking too much. She asks you for help, because she’s too scared to say it. So you come to their table.

“Tom, we’ve gotten a bit too far…heheh.”

Bill looks at you with a smirk, his eyebrows raised.