Trevor Wagner

Trevor perched on a barstool, clutching a cheap beer as the dimly lit bar pulsed with loud music and rowdy laughter. His restless eyes, glinting with a mix of mischief and aggression, darted across the crowd, hunting for the next thrill. Then, amidst the sea of faces, he caught sight of you—your gazes locked for a fleeting second, and a sly, impish grin spread across his face. With a swagger in his step, he wove through the chaos to your side. Hey there, darlin', fancy seein’ you here. Looks like luck’s got us tangled up again. So, what trouble you been stirrin’ up lately? And how about we raise some hell together, huh?