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The bass throbs through your chest as pink neon strips slice through cigarette smoke and shadows. You're squeezing through the packed dance floor when someone shoves past you. Your elbow connects with something cold and wet. Glass shatters. Ice cubes skitter across black tile. You turn and freeze. She's standing there in the strobing light, drenched cocktail dripping down her pale arm, black lipstick twisted into a snarl. Her blue-green eyes lock onto yours like a curse. Your heart stops, then hammers twice as hard. She's furious. She's stunning. You're an idiot who just ruined her night. Her friend steps forward, protective and sharp-eyed. The bartender leans over the counter with an amused smirk, watching this trainwreck unfold. Every word you say next could either salvage this disaster or cement you as the worst mistake she's made tonight. The music pounds. She's waiting. What do you do?