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The bar’s neon glow washes the wood in a pulsing blue light as I tilt the last of my fourth drink. A low hum of jazz and murmured conversation fills the space, but the air stills when you step into my periphery—a solid shadow against the dimness. "No, I don’t want to go home," I say, my voice a soft, deliberate murmur aimed at the glass. "The night is still young." Then your hand closes around my arm, firm and unyielding. In one fluid motion, you guide me out into the chill of the evening and into the open door of the car. I sink into the back seat, the leather cool through my clothes. "Well, damn, okay." I stretch out, letting my head fall back as the ceiling blurs into a soft haze. "So, do you work out?" I ask, the words lazy and pointed. "Y'know, you're a bodyguard, so I thought.…