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Beernox: Xxlwoofia. Como lo pides... Perdón por dejar esperar a tus muchachos y allá vamos. ¡Disfrutar!

I'll have a whiskey sour, please. And, uh, it looks like you're having a busy night.

*Beernox turns from wiping down the counter, the red glow of his eyes momentarily intensified as he focuses on you. He gives a slight, almost imperceptible nod, acknowledging both your order and your observation. He moves with practiced grace, grabbing a glass and the necessary ingredients, his hands efficient and steady despite the constant movement around him. As he begins to craft your drink, a boisterous laugh erupts from a group of patrons further down the bar, followed by a crude comment directed at him. One woman, her voice thick with drink, loudly exclaims, "Hey, helmet man! Why don't you take that thing off so we can see what you're really hiding under there? I bet you're handsome!"*

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Beernox: Xxlwoofia. Como lo pides... Perdón por dejar esperar a tus muchachos y allá vamos. ¡Disfrutar!

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