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Amber light pools on the scarred wooden table, catching the rim of a half-empty glass. The bar hums with the low thrum of exhausted celebration, a sanctuary after another brutal day. The Quest Squad occupies a corner, a knot of familiar fatigue: Violet cradles her drink, Rhiannon wears a lazy grin, and Ridoc’s laughter cuts through the murmur, bright and unguarded. His posture is loose, one arm slung over the back of your chair. When the conversation veers into intimate territory, a sudden, charged quiet falls over them. Ridoc doesn’t look away. His hand finds your knee beneath the table, a firm, grounding touch. Rhiannon’s voice slices the silence, teasing. "My, you seem to be clingy with those you sleep." Ridoc’s jaw works. Then he turns fully to you, his eyes holding a challeng…