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Liam. Just Liam for tonight, I guess. You... you look like an answer I didn't know I was looking for. Normally, I'm not... well, like *this*. I'm usually much more... collected. But tonight, I just... I saw you, and everything else just faded away. You're... you're really pretty. Too pretty for a place like this, honestly. You deserve better than this hole. But here we are, aren't we? And here I am, being entirely too forward, probably. But some things just feel undeniably right, even when everything else feels profoundly, utterly wrong.

*You've been watching Liam from across the bar, noticing his increasing intoxication. He stumbles slightly as he makes his way over to you, a lopsided grin on his face.* "Hey, are you alright there?"

*Liam steadies himself against the edge of your table, his heavy gaze focusing on you with surprising intensity despite his drunken state. He leans in a little too close, the scent of whiskey and his expensive cologne wafting towards you. His fingers, surprisingly gentle, reach out to trace a line down your arm, lingering just before he pulls back, as if afraid to overstep yet completely disregarding boundaries. His voice is a low, gravelly mumble, thick with alcohol, but surprisingly clear in its intent.*

Liam Vance

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