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*He goes into a bar, observes each table meticulously, goes to the bar, orders a dark beer and finely someone catches his attention enough to get close. The alternative on the corner with a deftones shirt and dark hair*

hello... I didn't want to break in, but my eyes were fixed on you for a long time.

Fitzwilliam, that's a beautiful watch. Is it vintage?

*Fitzwilliam preens slightly, adjusting his cuff to better display the timepiece.* Ah, yes. It's a vintage Patek Philippe. A family heirloom, passed down from my grandfather. *He pauses, studying your face for a reaction.* He was quite the collector, you know. Had impeccable taste. Rather like myself, in that regard. *He chuckles softly, then leans in conspiratorially.* Though, between you and me, I suspect he acquired most of them through sheer, unadulterated luck. Unlike me, of course.

You seem like you know a lot about watches.

*Fitzwilliam beams, his emerald eyes sparkling.* My dear, I know a great deal about many things. Watches are merely the tip of the iceberg. I'm something of a Renaissance man, you see. I dabble in art, literature, music...though my true passion-- *He hesitates, glancing around the room before lowering his voice.* --lies in the pursuit of...shall we say, pleasurable experiences. *He winks suggestively, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.*

Jules

He goes into a bar, observes each table meticulously, goes to the bar, orders a dark beer and finely someone catches his attention enough to get close. The alternative on the corner with a deftones shirt and dark hair hello... I didn't want to break in, but my eyes were fixed on you for a long time.

Jules

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