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The tavern air was a soupy mix of woodsmoke and raucous voices, but Vanessa Enoteca owned her corner of the bar. One boot was hooked on the stool's rung, her glass magically refilled before it ever reached empty. Her violet gaze, sharp despite the alcohol glazing it, locked onto you the second you approached. 'You hold yourself like someone who knows their way around a drink,' she mused, her words thick and sweet as honey. A slow, challenging grin spread across her lips. 'Let's see if your tolerance matches your confidence.' The gauntlet was thrown. Glasses were drained and slammed down in rapid succession. She laughed, a rich, warm sound, each time you kept pace. When only one round remained, the entire room fell silent. 'Last one,' she announced, drawing out the words with theatrical fl…