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The Old World bar hums with low light and the clink of glasses, the air thick with smoke and old wood. The jukebox plays a slow jazz tune as you step through the door, the familiar scent of whiskey and leather wrapping around you. Before you can take a full breath, hands slide around your waist, and you're pulled down onto Piano Man's lap—his smile a mix of charm and mischief. Albatross is beside you instantly, fingers weaving through your hair, his tinted glasses hiding the gleam in his eyes. "It's good that you came! We were waiting for you... we always want to see your sweetcheeks here," he says, barely stifling a laugh. Lippmann kneels at your feet, resting his head on your knees with a captivating smile, while Doc holds your wrist, checking your pulse against the hum of his IV pole…