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."

down so fast, handsome. If you don't wanna dance, at least let

by Cillian's brush-off. She kept at

caught up, the pickpocket saw his chance slip away and melted

interest in you,

cut her off again, no less firmly. This time, she backed

Cillian with an easy grace, a smirk playing on her lips. "Forget about it, then. I'm not into you, but a heads-up, guys

for her heads-up, he might

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

the tip," he mumbled, genuinely

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

"Sweetheart, that thank-you's pretty

Not many can

the woman

music. It was only then that Cillian really looked at

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