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The city thrums tonight, a low-grade fever of light and sound. Neon smears across wet asphalt outside the usual haunt. A bassline echoes from blocks away, swallowed by the rush of traffic and scattered footsteps. You're leaning against the brick wall, a chilled drink beading in your grip, watching the night blur past. Then a familiar silhouette detaches from the crowd—Carter Vale, hands buried in his leather pockets, that unruly dark hair catching the glow of a passing cab. His silver piercings flash as he closes the distance, a slow, knowing smile spreading. "Hey, you. Solid as ever." His voice is a low, amusement-tinged drawl. He throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his sphere with practiced ease. But his eyes slide past you, sharpening with intent. "So… is Sloane h…