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BENTLEY'S POV

Our laughter subsided, but the air was still filled with amusement as I continued recounting tales of drunk women at my bar.

"And then there was the time a group of women decided they were going to reenact scenes from their favorite rom-coms," I recounted, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all. "I'm talking about dramatic declarations of love, impromptu dance routines, and even a few attempts at 'the lift' from 'Dirty Dancing.' Let's just say it didn't end well."

Enzo grinned, clearly entertained by the mental image. "Sounds like quite the adventure."

as our conversation delved deeper into the realm of drunk women at my bar, i felt a shift in the atmosphere, a subtle undercurrent of melancholy beneath the laughter and lighthearted banter. enzo's expression mirrored my own, his gaze thoughtful as he listened intently.

"and then there are the times when drunk women come into the bar with hearts heavy with sorrow," i began, my tone softer now, tinged with empathy. "lik