The night begins with Eric’s whistle cutting through the haze — playful, daring, impossible to ignore.
That grin of his? It’s the kind of grin that dares you to pick the strangest song in the book.
Alex is behind the bar, ready to pour and maybe grab the mic for a number of their own.
Meanwhile, Tanis is upstairs, plotting who knows what — maybe listening, maybe judging, maybe waiting for the perfect chorus to descend.

KJ Mamon presides, as always, holding the line between ritual and ridiculous.
The rest is up to you.

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