Pour me another

When the bartender polished a glass, he poured Priya another whiskey. "On the house," he said with a wink. Priya looked at him with a strange gaze, but took the glass nonetheless . The amber liquid glowed, a warm promise of comfort as she took a sip from it. Lena raised the glass, savoring the smooth burn. In this quiet moment, her worries dissolved. She thanked the bartender and told him that she needed this to lighten her mood. The bartender looked at her and said,' No worries".

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