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Imagine finding yourself for whatever reason– maybe accidental, maybe intentional– at a smoke filled jazz bar with your F/O.
The lights are dim, and the crowd is well dressed. There’s a live band on the stage, and a beautiful woman is crooning out a dark and sensual jazz standard. In one corner, there are a bunch of men with their coats off and their sleeves rolled up, huddled around the pool table and a game of darts.
The atmosphere is thick with danger and romance. It’s enough that your F/O can’t help enjoy the moment with you, maybe buy the two of you a drink, or even pull you out onto the dance floor.
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