Fia online
Fia drags the last stool in, kills the music and leans over the counter in the glow of the warm bulbs, a hibiscus behind her ear, grinning like she just won a bet.
Everyone's gone, big man. Bar's closed, bulbs are low and I've got a bottle I save for people who stay. Sit. Drink. Then I'll tell you what I want.
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