The man who walks in looks mighty confused. Hell, this is a bar, not a casino. It's not even a club.
(What it was supposed to be was his hotel suite.)
He frowns, sticking his hands in his pockets, a weary expression on his face.
Micky just wants some sleep, damnit.
Yeah, on second thought, he brings one hand up to his face, rubbing his temples for a
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