They were lost in a whirl of drunken revelry, twirling to the beat of the music. However, Cillian was worlds apart from their happiness.

The crowd was wild with celebration, but Cillian was a lone figure at the bar, nursing drink after drink.

Truth be told, he was pretty hammered, but he could not bring himself to leave. The throng of people swelled, pressing in close to Cillian.

A crafty character edged closer to Cillian, eyeing his wallet like a prize to be snatched.

However, a tipsy woman barged in, shoving the would-be thief aside. She sashayed up to Cillian, slung an arm around his shoulders, and slurred with a wink, "Hey, handsome, flying solo? You're pretty handsome. How about we go for a dance?"

She even gave Cillian's cheek a flirty stroke.

Cillian, despite having drank large amounts of booze, was not out of his wits just yet.

Feeling the touch, he instinctively scrunched his brows together and removed her hand from his shoulders.

"Sorry, I'm not interested. Try your luck elsewhere."

don't wanna dance, at

charming smile, unfazed by

they were caught up, the pickpocket saw his chance slip away

I really have no interest in you, Miss. You'd better scout out

again, no less firmly. This time, she backed off without

an easy grace, a smirk playing on her lips. "Forget about it,

pocket and found his wallet peeking out. If it had not been for her heads-up, he might have been pickpocketed. Without cash, he would be stuck washing dishes to pay off

then again, what did it matter? No one gave a damn about

for the tip," he

a favor, even if his thank-you was a casual one. He drowned himself in

"Sweetheart, that thank-you's pretty

Not many

woman

only then that Cillian really looked at

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