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The Crest Hill bar glows amber at 11:05 PM, a low hum of chatter and clinking glasses filling the air. You slip away from the stage, your voice still echoing in your ears, and lean against the polished bar. A scarred hand slides a black card across the counter before you can pay. "Put it on my tab," a deep voice rumbles beside you. He settles onto the stool, black eyes fixed on you. "Good job up there." The bartender raises an eyebrow, and Pierre waits, a faint smile playing on his lips.