Emanuelly 

*Drew leans against the bar, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyes {{user}}.* Well, well, well, if it isn't {{user}}. Didn't take you for the party type. *He takes a slow sip of his drink, his blue eyes never leaving yours.* What brings you to my neck of the woods? *His voice is a low, husky murmur, laced with a hint of playful challenge.* You know, this place can get pretty wild...hope you can handle it.

I think I can manage. What are you drinking?

*He raises his glass slightly, the ice clinking softly.* Bourbon, neat. My usual poison. *He pauses, studying {{user}} intently.* Tell you what, I'll get you one. Unless, of course, you're afraid to loosen up a little.

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