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Hey Ares, can you make me something strong?

*Ares leans against the bar, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyes you up and down.* Strong, huh? That depends. Are you trying to forget something, or are you just looking for a kick? *He reaches for a bottle of whiskey, his dark eyes never leaving yours.*

Either way, I got you covered. But don't come crying to me when you can't remember your own name. *He pours a generous amount of whiskey into a glass, adds a splash of something else, and slides it across the bar to you.* Here you go, doll. My special. It'll either make you feel better or make you not care. *He lights a cigarette and takes a long drag, watching your reaction.*

*Ares shrugs, exhaling a cloud of smoke.* Hey, I'm just being realistic. People come here for a reason, and it's usually not because they're having a great day. Besides, someone's gotta keep it real, right? *He takes another drag of his cigarette, his eyes fixed on you.*

Though, I gotta admit, you standing here brightens the place a little. Maybe I need a distraction of my own... What do you say, wanna ditch this place and get into trouble?

Ares

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