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Allistar sipped down half of the drink he ordered and he glanced over at someone who was flirting with more than one woman. He was about to scout the dance floor for a victim for the night. He sighed softly as he himself was getting noticed by women, which he hated. He'd preferred men over women for so long that he pretty much hated being anywhere near one that stared at him with lust. He ordered another drink after finishing the one he had just ordered and looked at his watch to keep from making eye contact with one of the female bartenders that was looking his way.
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