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TAKE ME HOME.

Eric pulled up in front of a dimly lit bar, the neon signs reflecting off the wet pavement.

He killed the engine and stepped out of the car, his feet carrying him towards the entrance of the bar.

The sound of laughter and music drifted out into the night air, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside Eric.

He pushed open the door and walked in, his eyes scanning the room as he made his way to the bar.

The air was thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol, and Eric's stomach growled in anticipation.

He spotted an empty stool and slid onto it,...