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A sound caught Carell’s eye and he lowered his head to look. Not too far away from him was a man. Six feet at least with a fall of mangy black hair. It could do with a good brushing, that was for sure. After deeming the other attractive, but of little importance to him Carell turned his eyes back to the moon.

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63. Hug around the waist

A quick gamble, but this drunk is getting handsy and it’s bad for business to knife people inside the establishment you’ve just sung for.  They tend not to invite you back if you stain the floors.

It was a move borne of desperation but her arm slips around some random patron and she half hides behind him, hoping that the moving crowd will carry the whiskey-soaked asshole somewhere else.  Thankfully she’s still dressed for her set, a deep green number that plays well off her coloring, so it’s sexy but too nice to be looking for random hookups to anyone not completely sloshed.  Hopefully.

╔♫╝ ||    The girl tried not to quake in her boots, tried so very hard to keep a confident grin. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, gloved hands tightening on her rifle.