At The Bar
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The three men sat at the bar, their tattooed arms rippling with muscles as they supported them against the wooden counter. They asked for their drinks in loud growling voices, slapping each other’s backs as they joked and laughed.
Billy served their drinks and proceeded to open a tab for them. He had no clue what the three men were about to do.
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