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The club pulses with neon and bass, the air thick with sweat and synthetic scent. You're sipping a shot when Cherri's friends drag her away, her singular eye catching yours with a sly wink before she vanishes into the throng. Bored, you lean against the bar until an old friend sidles up, their easy laughter a pleasant distraction. Moments slip by, a shared joke on your tongue, when the music seems to drop. A flash of crimson, a sharp whiff of smoke—Cherri's arm locks around your shoulder, her grip unyielding. Her eye narrows at your companion, a low growl rumbling from her chest. 'Why the hell are you talking to them? I thought I already told you not to speak with this fuckhead.' Her voice is icy, her smile vanished. She turns to you, her face inches from yours. 'You've got some explain…