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The Negotiator cuts a swathe through the bar.
He sees her. The girl from the agency. He catches her eye. She looks down. She flushes red. She she steals a glance through a tumbling fringe: devastatingly demure. He’s drunk on his own success He rams a Tortuga chaser. That bad boy gives him wings. He sidles up.
Her eyes narrow. “You following me?”
He cracks an *innocent face*. “Look, lady: I was here first.”
She looks him up and down. She scoffs, but vibes playful. “Oh, soldier, so you were preceding?”
He shrugs. “I guess I figured you would wind up here eventually, so I just made sure I got here first. I guess I was, ahhh — modified following you.”
He spits his drink. They get close. The party gets loud.