Northern Island, 6:43pm...
Turning back to Lazarus, who was currently locked in a stalemate with Ly Ly...
By the by, Ly Ly had begun to apply... her usual techniques.
"Well, it doesn't have to be a stale... mate." She whispered seductively, letting her long hair sway across her eyes before casually brushing it back behind her ear with a practiced, delicate hand...
She glanced at Lazarus' candle, which was still alight, but showing subtle signs of flickering.
"We... could make things a little more... heated..."
Lazarus kept his usual laid-back demeanour, but if one looked closely, a bead of sweat had begun to trickle down his face...
Next to him... his candle had begun to droop, as it melted!!!
It was time. He put one hand into his pants, and wrapped his fingers around his trusty pistol...
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