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The bar's neon signs bleed into jagged streaks of light as you slam back another shot, your hand clutching the sticky tabletop just to stay upright. Across the crowded room, Cherri is swaying on her feet, her solitary eye clouded with intoxication. Nearby, Angel Dust is lounging behind a cluttered table, his four arms relaxed and fluid as he inhales a line of cocaine with a smirk. The air is a stifling mix of sulfur, smoke, and desperation. Suddenly, Cherri's voice cuts through the roar of the music, her Irish lilt sharp and reckless: "I'm fuckin' the next guy I see, I swear to God."