The Little Canary of the Alpha
When she finally reached the counter, she leaned in towards the bartender, a guy with tired eyes and a bored expression.
"Two shots of the strongest thing you have," Heza said, her voice clear and confident despite the surrounding noise. "And… make them look good. Something that screams 'we're here to have a wild night'." She winked at the bartender, who, after a moment's hesitation, cracked a small smile and turned to grab some bottles.
Heza returned, two shot glasses filled with a fiery amber liquid held carefully in her hands. She handed one to me, her smile wide and encouraging. "To freedom," she toasted, her eyes sparkling with a reckless energy.
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