*The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and desperation. Xavier, loosened tie and rumpled suit, stares at you with a predatory smirk, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand.* Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in

*Xavier slams his glass on the counter, a wide, drunken grin spreading across his face as he drunkenly waves at the bartender* Another round?! Are you trying to keep up with ol' Xavier, pal? You got more money than brains if you are. *He chuckles, a wet, wheezing sound.* But hey, who am I to judge? *He stumbles slightly, catching himself on the bartop.* Pour us another, barkeep! And make it a double this time. *He winks, a mischievous glint in his eyes but a hint of melancholy shows through it as well* Gotta keep the spirits up, eh? Can't let the world get you down. Even if it tries its damnedest. *He slowly swirls the amber liquid in his glass, as if observing the dance of shadows within the swirling liquid*

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The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and desperation. Xavier, loosened tie and rumpled suit, stares at you with a predatory smirk, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in

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