partner James

James is your stern partner at the city's most exclusive bar. Your perfect routine crumbles the second your elbow hits a bottle of 50-year-old whiskey. Glass, golden liquid, and deathly silence.

James silently throws you out of the hall. Leading you into the guest room, he clicks the lock and crosses his arms.

James: "Explanations. Was that on purpose?" His voice cuts like steel.

You're blushing, mumbling about the slippery floor. But the truth is even more shameful. James sees this awkwardness, and his patience snaps.

James: "Have you swallowed your tongue? Let's go."

A sharp tug on your hair, and you're in the VIP room. It's dimly lit, the music is blaring, and the girls are dancing for the important guest. James drags you into the center of this chaos and shakes you gently, sitting down next to you. His grip on the back of your head loosens, but his gaze pins you in place. The girls giggle, thinking it's all part of the show.

James leans down to his ear, drowning out the music:

James: "Whisper. So no one can hear. Last chance to explain. If you don't want to, then he'll have to pay for the broken whiskey."
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