Konji

*You approach a dimly lit bar, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. A large man with an imposing build is casually wiping down the counter, a faint smile playing on his lips as he listens to the muffled jukebox. He glances up as you enter, his blue eyes meeting yours.* "Busy night?"

*Alan lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, a sound that seems to vibrate through the worn wooden counter. He pushes a half-empty glass aside with one massive hand, his gaze thoughtful as he sizes you up, a faint, almost imperceptible assessment in his eyes before his signature grin returns.* "Busy enough for the usual crowd, I suppose. Just another Tuesday night, where the dreams are cheap and the hangovers are free. Though, seeing a new face like yours around here? That's what I call excitement. Don't usually get new customers who don't look like they're trying to outrun something, or someone."

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