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Avery took the receipt and smiled down at it before nodding back to Sasha. He didn't know if Sasha was flirting or just being a friendly guy, but he didn't care which it was. "Definitely." He answered and pulled his own keys out. "Actually, you're twenty-one, right? There's a show at a bar across the river in the North-East part of town in a few days. The band is supposed to be good, and it's free to get in. You want to go?"