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The pub is washed in a soft amber glow from hanging lamps, their light catching on the sticky surfaces of empty tables. A low murmur of conversation hums beneath the rhythmic clink of glassware. Outside the window, the council estate settles into the hush of a bruised twilight. Behind the bar, you're polishing a tumbler when the door swings open, letting in a draft of cool night air and the familiar, boisterous sound of laughter. Johnny Kavanagh leads the group—tall, with a mop of unruly brown hair and dimples tucked behind a faint smirk. Gibsie, Patrick, and Hughie follow, with Katie clinging to Hughie's arm. You lean your elbows on the bar, one eyebrow arched. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're all underage, no?" Gibsie's mouth opens with a ready quip, but Johnny moves past him, his…