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Pull a pint.
Change a note.
Shots, shots, shots!
Oi luv, when you got a minute.
Barrel’s gone. Damnit.
So when can I take you home?
Oi back off mate, she’s better than that.
She don’t look it.
Watch ya mouth.
Rolling eyes.
Turn away.
Out of ice. Damnit.
Stop lookin’ at my fella!
More rolling of eyes.
Glasses smash.
Claws come out.
Handbags fly.
Drunken slurring fills the air.
Why did I apply for this job?

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