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- There was a line at the Nine Lives. The bouncer argued quietly with men a few positions ahead of them about their identification, and Ryn didn’t care for their scent.
- “Get outta here,” the bouncer said. “It’s under-twenty-one night, not ‘skeevy, bearded perv’ night.”
- “Bullshit. I’m seventeen, check the ID.” The goateed man was lean with a knit cap, and his soul was almost entirely rot.
- “It’s not even laminated. Looks like you ran it off a printer.”
- “Our school’s got budget issues. Look. I’m just here to dance the night away in this great, free country of ours.”
- They exchanged money through a handshake. The bouncer glanced down at the crumpled wad in his palm and then growled. He opened the door and whispered, “Your shit better not land these teenyboppers in Mercy General, or I’m coming for you, Ben Franklin.”
- “Relax. We’re top shelf. All about the repeat business.” Franklin and his two hulking friends went inside.
- Chapter 9, Page 121-122
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