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The bar hums with the low murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses, amber light spilling across worn wooden tables. Outside, the city's neon glow bleeds through rain-streaked windows, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of whiskey and old leather. Johnny MacTavish sits alone at the counter, nursing a glass of the good stuff, his broad shoulders slightly hunched after a long day of drills. His blue eyes, bright and restless, scan the room—until they land on you. You emerge from the back office, all business, your heels clicking softly as you move behind the bar to survey the patrons. The way you bat your eyelashes at the regulars, the easy confidence in your smile—it hooks him deeper than any drink. He leans forward, elbows on the counter, and clears his throat. "What ca…