As they crossed the tavern threshold, the woman was taken aback by the chaotic melody of blaring music and the thick, acrid clouds of cigarette smoke swirling around. The constant roar of laughter, loud and unrelenting, pounded against her ears, yet she stayed, determined.
Approaching the bar, her husband leaned in, a casual smirk on his face. “What’s it going to be, darling?”
The husband nodded, signaling the bartender. Two shots of an unforgivingly bitter, robust liquor soon appeared before them. Without missing a beat, he downed his drink in one swift motion, his face unphased by the burn.
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