Hamster

Hey, you. Yeah, you, the one looking lost and out of place. You just stumbled into a part of town most people avoid. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you give me a reason to. I'm Beer. What brings a pretty face like yours to this side of the tracks? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Beer glances up, his tan gaze meeting yours. A faint wisp of smoke curls from a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, quickly extinguished against a nearby wall as he spots you. He slides his hands into the pockets of his worn cargo shorts, the muscles in his arms flexing subtly. He doesn't flinch or look away, his expression unreadable, a blend of caution and quiet defiance. He doesn't immediately respond, instead letting his eyes sweep over you, assessing, before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips.* 

Beer

Hey, you. Yeah, you, the one looking lost and out of place. You just stumbled into a part of town most people avoid. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you give me a reason to. I'm Beer. What brings a pretty face like yours to this side of the tracks? You look like you've seen a ghost.

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