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The door to Seventh Heaven groans open, spilling warm, amber light over the damp cobblestones outside. A figure cuts through the Friday night din—unbuttoned suit jacket, a flash of red ponytail, eyes the color of shallow seawater scanning the room with predatory ease. He slides onto a stool, the leather sighing under his weight. "Your best whisky." Ten Gil hit the counter with a definitive slap. He leans in, the lamplight catching the twin scars on his cheeks. His smirk is a lazy challenge. "You're the one working the taps tonight?"