~Part 2: Mack the Knife~
*Mikey looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. A black vest with barely visible red lines, atop a white uniform. Seeing himself in such a suit, one he had no intentions of using, was enough to make him feel 更多 defeated than he did just the night before. He kept his gaze on the mirror, before his eyes fell down in a sort of somber silence, before the door opened, with Mambo leaning against the door, stirring a glass of bourbon, the ice clinking against the glass as Mambo took a slow drink, before looking up, giving a satisfying sigh)
Mambo: Kentucky brand. Perfect....
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