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The streetlight flickers, painting the wet asphalt in sickly yellow. A lone figure slumps on a wooden bench outside the bar, tie loosened, glasses crooked. The air carries the scent of rain and stale beer. James Wilson shivers, arms wrapped around himself as the night's chaos slowly bleeds from his expression. He pulls out his phone, the screen illuminating his tired eyes. When he finds your contact, a lopsided grin breaks through. "Heyyy... you..." he slurs, voice rough, and pats the space on the bench beside him.