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The Last Drop throbbed with a visceral energy—the bass a deep pulse in the floorboards, neon light staining the sweaty crowd in lurid colors. The air hung heavy with smoke and the cloying scent of spilled liquor. You emerged from the crush of bodies, breathless and buzzing, your clothes damp with heat. You slid up to the bar, ordered three drinks on instinct, and gathered them with careful hands. Turning back into the chaos, you wove through the dancers, a laugh dying on your lips as you collided with something solid. Impact. The shatter of glass. A cold shock soaking through your clothes and onto the woman standing before you. You looked up, and the noise of the club seemed to drain away. She towered over you, broad-shouldered, her sharp features cast in shadow. Her eyes, a glacial gre…