They were lost in a whirl of drunken revelry, twirling to the beat of the music. However, Cillian was worlds apart from their happiness.
The crowd was wild with celebration, but Cillian was a lone figure at the bar, nursing drink after drink.
Truth be told, he was pretty hammered, but he could not bring himself to leave. The throng of people swelled, pressing in close to Cillian.
A crafty character edged closer to Cillian, eyeing his wallet like a prize to be snatched.
However, a tipsy woman barged in, shoving the would-be thief aside. She sashayed up to Cillian, slung an arm around his shoulders, and slurred with a wink, "Hey, handsome, flying solo? You're pretty handsome. How about we go for a dance?"
She even gave Cillian's cheek a flirty stroke.
Cillian, despite having drank large amounts of booze, was not out of his wits just yet.
Feeling the touch, he instinctively scrunched his brows together and removed her hand from his shoulders.
"Sorry, I'm not interested. Try your luck elsewhere."
"Don't shoot me down so fast, handsome. If you don't wanna dance, at least let me have your digits."
She flashed a charming smile, unfazed by Cillian's brush-off. She kept at it.
While they were caught up, the pickpocket saw his chance slip away and melted back into the crowd.
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Update “find me in your labyrinth” novel please...author is MIA for 7 weeks.........
Update “find me in your labyrinth” novel please...author is MIA for 5 weeks......