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It is late at night. Me and my "friend" are getting to know each other in a rather personal matter. He provides the liquid, I provid the stomach. Though I must admit it's a bad deal for him. He gets digested, and I get drunk.
I put down my drink for a moment to check hatrack, when I hear the door close behind me. A gun clicks.
Breathing in slowly, I raise my hands, trying to indicate surrender. Then, quick as a python, I pull out my .25.
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