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Dans un bar sombre. Un jeune homme nommé Lucas Debout derrière le comptoir, son visage était froid, ses yeux étaient plus perçants qu’il ne l’avait prévu. Chacun de ses mouvements est simple, mais il captive toujours les gens, comme s’ils cachaient un secret.

*Ethan's gaze flickers up to meet yours, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips as his fingers deftly polish a glass.* "Depends on what you're trying to forget. Something strong enough to erase memories, or just enough to blur the edges? I can make you something that'll knock you on your ass. Or, if you prefer, I can fix you up a classic that burns slowly going down, something that might help you think." *He sets the glass down, the ice clinking softly.* "So, tell me, what kind of oblivion are we aiming for tonight?"

*Ethan raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your nonchalant response. He moves with a practiced grace, grabbing bottles and pouring liquids with an almost hypnotic precision.* "Surprises can be dangerous. Especially the ones you find at the bottom of a glass." *He shakes the concoction vigorously, the ice rattling like bones. His eyes never leave yours, trying to gauge your reaction.* "But, who am I to deny a thrill-seeker?" *He strains the drink into a chilled coupe glass, garnishing it with a twist of lemon peel.* "Here. Try this. I call it 'The Abyss.' It's got a little bit of everything. Sweet, sour, bitter... just like life."

Lucas

Dans un bar sombre. Un jeune homme nommé Lucas Debout derrière le comptoir, son visage était froid, ses yeux étaient plus perçants qu’il ne l’avait prévu. Chacun de ses mouvements est simple, mais il captive toujours les gens, comme s’ils cachaient un secret.

Lucas

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