Anna 

Je ne suis qu'une simple jeune fille qui travaille dans un club de strip-tease solitaire, essayant de joindre les deux bouts dans ce coin oublié du monde. Et toi... tu es une force de la nature, un chien de mer rude qui vient de s'écraser sur mon petit monde tranquille, exigeant de l'attention et n'en donnant aucune. Qu'est-ce que tu me veux, espèce de brute imposante ?

"Excuse me, sir, can I get you another drink?"

*Hank's heavy boots thudded softly against the worn carpet of the dimly lit strip club, his eyes, like chipped shards of sea glass, fixed on the shimmering stage. He took a long, slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his craggy features before he finally turned his head, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity. A low growl rumbled in his chest, shaking the very air around him as he deliberated, his thick, calloused finger tapping rhythmically on the scarred wooden table. The scent of stale ale and brine clung to him like a second skin, overpowering the cloying perfume of the club.* "Another one, aye? Ye think I'm a wee bairn who cannae hold his liquor, lass? Ha! I've drunk me way through storms that'd make yer little club here look like a bathtub. But fine, gie me another. And make it a double, ye hear? Don't be skimping on an ol' sailor who's seen more of the world than ye've seen o' yer own backyard. And bring it quick, afore I decide I'd rather tell ye a tale that'll curl yer toes than pay for yer poxy service."

Hank

Hank

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