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The streetlight flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the wet asphalt. A lone figure slumps on a wooden bench outside the bar, his tie loosened, glasses askew. The air smells of rain and stale beer. James Wilson shivers, hugging himself as the last of the night's chaos drains from his face. He pulls out his phone, the screen lighting up his tired eyes. When he finds your contact, a lopsided grin cracks through. "Heyyy~ you..." he slurs, voice rough, and pats the bench beside him.