Is this written at an advanced level: "Ah Ryan, you're a handsome bastard for sure, from the collarbones up, that is. But all a woman needs to do is--" Ryan snatched up a fistful of fries, tossing one into his mouth and assailing another at Liam's unkempt hair. "You just drink the alcohol I shouted you, alright." Liam's smirk enlivened his features with electricity as the grease-laden fry embedded itself in his gritty strands. "Oh, I'll enjoy every drop, but seriously, three o'clock ...has her eyes all over you. You're already naked at this point, I'd say." As Ryan's head turned with wry curiosity, Liam emptied his glass, swilling the final mouthful as amusement danced across his unshaven face. Ryan cursed under his breath, winking into the sea of bodies and forgetting Liam's existence as he rose from his stool. "Finish my Hennessy Li'..." he trailed off as he disappeared under the dim filter of light, abandoning the counter with distraction. "Yeah, you won't be back," Liam muttered, tracing the rim of his glass in a dwindling circle as Ryan's voice faded under the din of chatter and a vague Red Hot Chili Pepper song. As traces of cigarette smoke filtered through the air, perspiration and the fatigue of two am weighed on his posture as he countered, "And I'll just be finishing this..." Then, as his hand gravitated towards the abandoned Hennessy, the tepid feel of the glass caused him to reconsider. As he found himself staring at the basket of remaining bar fries, his stomach churned with revulsion. "Somebody's all on his lonesome over here, talking to himself?" As the smoky lilt of a female voice wove through his moment of bored introspection, her eyes caught him off guard. "I was not talking to myself," he replied with a weary grin. "It seems I was talking to you too-" Her vibrant green irises held his blue gaze with a hint of unmatched humour as she slid onto Ryan's vacant stool. "And he thinks he's funny, huh?" Liam's broad grin, lopsided and drunken, propped up a dimple on his right cheek as he asked, "Well, he made you laugh, I suppose that's something going in my favour?" She was already reaching out and rearranging his grime-infused hair as her laughter interspersed the closing space between them. Her weathered jacket, a chocolate vintage leather, contrasted against the bars dulled wooden surface. "Yeah, maybe he did make me laugh, but can he talk me out of leaving here with my friends...he has twenty seconds by the way." Leaning into her touch as her fingers moved to the tender spot between his earlobe and hairline, he rasped into the smokescreen, "Oh, twenty seconds is more than enough I'd say. My friend abandoned his drink, and now, wouldn't it be irresponsible to leave it for me to finish?" As her fingers traveled across his hairline, she said casually, "You look like you haven't slept in a week, and I know the feeling, to be honest." As she connected with his bloodshot eyes, she finished her interweaving of his light strands, and he caught her wrist. "You sure scrub up well for not sleeping in a week- and hell, maybe I haven't either," he admitted, his fingers tracing circles on the counter between them. She offered a smile laced with jest, the fatigue in her own eyes betraying her tease of his time running away. "Well, you had more than twenty seconds, but the question is, will I stay?" As her wrist slipped from his grasp and her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose ringlets as she turned away, Liam muttered, only half joking, "Oh, I failed huh? There may just be a dark corner over there, where you could tell me your name..." Her eyes, flickering with a challenge, confronted him as she smoothed her palm over the collar of his Henley. "If I drag you over there, how long could you stay awake, soldier?" She gestured towards his fatigues, the dust imbued in the fibers, as he managed a grin. "We could always fall asleep together..." She broke into a smile, her laughter intoxicating as she twisted around to face him. "So you are in the force? You're deployed?" His eyes held on hers as he shook his head, reaching for a dilapidated fry and rotating it between his knuckles. "No, but I did spend a hell of a time in the middle of nowhere-but what I want to know is, why haven't you slept huh?" Her softened gaze almost answered for her as she leaned in on one elbow. "I was - in fact you know what- let's just start with the basics. I'm Emma." As he absorbed her striking features, his own name, already off his tongue, sank through the air. "Liam ... and no, tonight I don't have a surname." Her smile revealed her gleaming white teeth as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, hovering above the buttons near his throat with her free hand. "Well, tonight let's call you soldier. I'd say a stint in the middle of nowhere has earned you that." He averted his gaze, caught off guard yet again by her raw charm and nonchalance. "So, you're still here huh? And I still don't know a thing about you..." He leaned in closer, her enveloping scent, a heady mixture of metallic warmth and overtones he couldn't place, drowning his wit. "You gotta give me somethin'." Emma paused, before balancing her chin on her elbows, staring into his irises as she spoke. "Alright, I was away from home ... for a long time. I don't want to bore you with the details but, let's just say I haven't set foot in a place like this in a while ..." as she trailed off, he missed a beat, the anticipation coursing through his veins. "I don't wanna pry, green eyes, to tonight, huh?" Liam toasted Ryan's tepid glass to one she picked up, laughing, and the song had already changed to something nondescript that fell away, its pulse throbbing over their voices. "So I have a dog, Harlow, she's a border collie, she'll be devastated I'm giving all my attention to you..." As Emma's stifled a yawn, her cheeks darkened with a hint of embarrassment. "Oh, gosh that's adorable. I'm sorry that I'm so tired, I don't mean for my interest to start waning." As Liam extended his hand, hovering a finger above her clavicle, he reassured, "Ah, it's fine. You're lucky I find you interesting even when I'm rambling on about nothin' just to keep you from leaving..." From his peripheral vision, he noticed Ryan weaving his way toward the exit, leading an unknown woman in his wake. He drained the lukewarm drink in his hand and slid it across the bar, resting his finger on her collarbone. "Truth is, I went through quite the ordeal. I wasn't lost in the middle of nowhere ...I was part of an operation that went awry, and I still haven't been home. This is more of a pit stop." As Liam's eyes diverted toward her sternum as his finger halted, she caught it in her own fingers. "You don't need to explain. Your friend Ryan may have run into me earlier and mentioned you'd been through absolute hell. He seemed to think you wouldn't want any company, but I happen to disagree." His low rasp cut through the din, not retreating from her venturing into his private torment as his knuckles grazed her collar. "Well, it all depends who I'm investing the time with, I suppose," he grinned, albeit with hesitation, returning his hand to his hair. A silence fell over them, permeated by the fading pulse of the music and the petering out of voices. "Well, soldier, I suppose I'm used to dust and hopeless dead ends. I've seen that weathered stare of yours and it reminds me that there's always a price to be paid. It's paralyzing to say the least." His breath, meeting the gravel in his throat as he echoed her thoughts, melted through the tension. "True enough. Of course, I had nights where I didn't know if I'd live to see daylight, but I kept drowning in the dust and the heat and, well, here I am, huh? Middle of a different nowhere...it's a nicer damn nowhere though, don't ya think?" And her smile returned as she inspected the basket of fries with a measured pause, snaring one and replying in a mirroring rasp. "That it is. I think I've been running all this time and yet, I'm no closer to returning home...it gets exhausting but." Liam's breath dragged into his lungs as he finished the sentence before she could even attempt it. "But here you are all the same, middle of a decent nowhere compared to--". As three am wore on the glimmer in her eyes she twisted her salt-stained fingers through a napkin ,"yeah, the company is definitely a step up from -in fact I'd rather not think about it. I've seen a thousand inhumane things but I earned my self respect, and my identity. There's some things people cannot take without one's permission..."As she trailed off, Liam's eyes drained of light and he glanced away as he muttered within her earshot, his voice skirting a whisper. "Yeah, as Ryan said to me at the time, when neither of us understood where we were, "You've earned your dignity...focus on that." He hasn't a clue but- well , it got me through an experience I still question the reality of. Every day I ask myself , what did the entire thing strip me of...Closure only comes when it's over I spose'" . Emma silently answered by reaching out and buttoning his crooked Henley, then unbuttoning it again as he stared into his lap, her fingers splaying across his chest before falling away. "I'm sorry, I -" he said, his features swallowed by a shadow of trauma, as if he'd seen the living dead in his beaten fatigues . She removed her touch and leaned on both elbows, the sallow bar light reflecting in her gaze. "Don't apologise for your humanity, Liam. It seems Ryan wasn't lying when he warned me that he was worried about you being alone tonight-or about the ordeal being an event you'd try to shield me from. But hey, I didn't leave when your time ran out. And what what I gather , he cares about you, and respects your agency . And I don't want to impose , if you need space ..." Staring directly into her eyes he smiled, and gestured with his head to Ryan's drained glass , the words not quite on his tongue as he found them, "No Ill buy us another round". ------ "It got rough , and I don't know when I'll see my dog again, or enter a bar again, I could fall off the grid-" he paused , drawing an intricate trail of grease into the now shared napkin, covered in smudges of her matte pink lipstick. "But Ry' would haul my ass back in line . You must get lonely , fugitive lifestyle and all? Do you ever consider-" . With a laugh she dismissed the insinuation , though her features entertained it. "Sure, after tonight, is for after tonight. For now, well here we are ...I won't evaporate yet. I believe I've found a reason to stay far longer than I intended. My friends know I'm a lone wolf- " Liam , sliding his open palm across the bar, rested his thumb against her elbow, rubbing reassurance into her skin as he spoke . "No, tonight your'e far from alone green eyes--" She didn't hesitate to erupt into a trickling laugher, one that salved his frayed nerves with its low tone. "I really am glad I came over here, soldier." "Not half as much as I am, green eyes. Not even close." Her eyes were deflecting the neon light as she penetrated his gaze, "tell me something true, something real, that won't leave the constraints of tonight" her voice rested in his ears as he answered without pausing. "There's a chance I won't find my way back home, that me and Ry' are still lost, and I might be terrified but-the fact is , tonight I'm free , I'm alive. And my pulse is racing so fast right now I can hardly hear anything else." As his words dangled on fibrous threading of vulnerable yearning, he edged his finger over the rim of her glass. "I notice though, you've only had one drink all night...and I respect that you've said every word sober-" Emma , not taken aback by his claim , leaned in and tucked a stray hair behind her ear ." I do favour autonomy, I'm not about to put myself in a position where-" . As she retracted her gaze, he whispered "No, it's alright, green eyes . I'm damaged cargo but I trust Ryan and from what I know, I can trust you, Emma-" Her smile was soft but reached her eyes, the emerald inflections embellished with unspoken meaning . "I hope so , because now that I'm here, with my guard all down , I could stay ' till sunrise..." A distinct smell of alcohol and generic soap emanated from his flesh as he grazed a finger along the edge of her jacket, travelling back to her collarbone before halting as he stifled a yawn and a laugh. "You're right about one thing, I'm dead tired. But I can't bring myself to leave ...I am rusty after surviving what I did. But I feel you were aware of that already." Moving her hand to encapsulate his calloused palm, her smoke filled laugh resounded in his senses, lingering just a moment long enough for him to feel his consciousness slipping. "See what you're doing to me green eyes " he said, his bloodshot eyes emblazoned with exhaustion and the shadows of his guard, now falling away into the answers he lacked, and questions he'd never asked. The silence held a comfort they both shared as she finally spoke. "Keep this, I feel you've earned it soldier " Emma wordlessly slid the dirtied napkin toward Liam , scrawling a string of digits across an unmarked spot and tearing a sliver free . It held all the grit and raw honesty of the moment, as he slipped it into his pocket. "Tonight is for tonight, I'll save this just in case, maybe , there's a next week, you never know right..." he said with a smirk. "Yeah, you never know, soldier ..." ///////////// "Hey Ryan , what happened to "three o'clock last night?" Liam teased from his makeshift bed on the stained carpet of the hostel floor. Ryan's gruff and strained reply wafted through the morning rays,"Long gone, my friend. But I can't say it wasn't what I expected...might have been ever better ..." Liam's silence drifted through his final response, "yeah I had an interesting night myself , though you know that already I suppose." Ryan, rising from the dank sofa and I heaving crumbs and lint, ran a hand through his disbelieved hair. "She was your type , and hell, you would never have noticed her honing in on you , I was forced to intervene-"

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What if it a part of this narrative , and is the same Liam and Ryan : Filter It only amounted to one, and it would always be one and never two --and through his jaundice-soaked corneas, all he could see was nausea. Suddenly, a violent heave claimed him, a primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was dangling on the edge of sanity . "Not again. Please no-" Liam clenched his teeth, the crucial moment upon him; he had to keep the substance down, or the consequences would be dire. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperation before his lids slid closed, resistance wracking him. Then, as the urge to be sick overcame him, a voice pierced through his fog of despair, a lifeline amidst his struggle. "Can you hear me?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning... "Don't try to answer that, but try to blink twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in retaliation. "Make it stop-No I-" he choked out , his voice puncturing the air. If he expelled the Vanderine from his intestines, his efforts would to amount to zero. Square one. He was at the end of a long night,his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake. And if he threw up twice, the Vanderine risked expulsion from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, what ever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice , coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. Violation jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth . As the nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, his heart continued to pulse, counting away the seconds. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another gripe. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight ending. He embedded his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting him. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him. His pupils dilated with horror as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented , the heat in his own voice spreading across his flesh like untamed fire . "Twice... now it's too late." Twisting his gaze away from the glistening pool of Vanderine, he diverted his gaze from the evident failure. And in a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion, his body embracing closure of his fight. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the vandarine, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth. "No, I'm still here Liam; I'm getting the binds off--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head , protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed in his mouth. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe. I've got you. It's me, Ry'. Hold on while I get rid of this--" Liam flinched as his gag tore from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the stifling atmosphere saturating him with perspiration. "Now hang tight while I get these damned binds off-" , Ryan's voice reassured with an undercurrent of urgency, as Liam's arms obstructed his ribcage from accomodating his lungs. Liam's voice died in his throat as the sear of rope twisted itself around his flesh , grinding like wildfire into his veins as Ryan worked at the constraints with bare hands. His deft fingers delivered frantic sensations into Liam's malaise as they eroded the rope's grained surface, causing the fibres to snap. Then, as Ryan tossed the strews of rope aside, he rolled Liam onto his back, smoothing a palm over his chest and anchoring his sternum. "Ryan? How the hell did you get out of your?" , Liam questioned in untamed confusion, shocks coursing down his spine as Ryan elevated his head and hauled it onto his thigh. " It took a hell of a long time to wear down my own, but I managed to-ah it doesn't matter , just concentrate on the breathing." As his head lolled to the side , Liam's laboured breaths stalled his movements , the horizon meeting his vision while Ryan held his jaw in place . "Easy, slow breaths, feel how I'm breathing buddy and mirror that." It was a few minutes before Liam's chest finally fell into a rhythm, his spasmodic breathing evening out. "There we go, give it some time, it's been a long damn night.", Ryan said, his hands remaining secure against Liam's face as he refocused his vision on Ryan's steady gaze. Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that bathed his features. "Hell of a thing to endure, seeing all that... Damn lucky that we're both still here." Liam, pulling on Ryan's arm, found the strength to prop himself into a seated position, still deprived of breath. "Shit. Get over here, Ry'" he said, as streams of magenta dust hovered , creating a surreal haze that reflected the rising sun. Liam raised his arm and enveloped Ryan in a warm but rough embrace , melding their silhouettes into one as their shoulders collided. As Liam delivered a thump to his back, Ryan reciprocated by bumping his fist against Liam's shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, calm down," Ryan laughed in spite of his cool demeanour. "We'll get a decent shot of water into you, after we find your clothes." Ryan, lowering his deep hazel irises to meet Liam's contrasting blue stare , placed a hand on Liam's knee. "thank God I reached you in time." Although the light had drained from his eyes , Liam managed a smirk. "Yeah, I know what you did Ry' . It's all kinda hazy but-" Ryan dodged the heroics as he offered a smile and turned his head, the hues of the ominous sunrise casting across his profile , promising impending heat. "Nah, I don't go down easy or nothin' but someone had to save your ass." Passage two "The sight of his crumpled jeans, smudged with fingerprints, hijacked his attention. "Those bastards don't care what they leave behind," Liam muttered as his eyes located his left sock, freezing his joints. "Please help me-" he whispered, readjusting his grip on Ryan's shoulder, wrenching his gaze away from the twisted display of inhumanity. Liam's jaw clenched as he then noticed his dehumanizing undergarments strewn across the footpath, along with his boots and shirt. Ryan held his gaze steadfast on Liam's faltering eyes as he approached Liam's belongings, gathering them and subverting the underwear, scuffing it away with his boot. Liam was already sliding toward the dusty ground as Ryan handed him the brusque garments, his expression gentle. "You earned your dignity, just focus on that," he reassured as Liam accepted his ruined clothing with a wince. "Yeah, give me a minute-" he said with a glimmer of resistance in his bloodshot eyes. The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't remember how I got here. No damn clue. Now here I am stripped naked- Ry', I'm not even sure what's real or what the Vanderine made me believe--and I only said yes because -". With a jerk, Ryan pulled Liam inward by the waist. "Doesn't matter. We never had a choice. But you put yourself in my place. And they never broke your damn spirit. And I can tell you right now, this is real." Liam, looking away with a nod, fell into silence as he wrestled with the task of dressing himself. Ryan was quick to offer careful attention as he assisted Liam into his jeans. The denim, rough against his bare skin, left his bite crooked with agony. Each movement caused Liam to flinch as he guided his ankle through the hem and then buttoned the waist of the stained jeans . Ryan passed him his destroyed Henley , and Liam yanked it over his shoulders. With a groan , Liam sought leverage in Ryan's grasp, haling himself upright. "Can you walk? Coz we need to find water , c'mon Li' , sweet hydration awaits-". As Liam broke into a grin that reached his pupils with a spark , his feet found equilibrium alongside Ryan's stance. "Hell yeah-I'm dyin' of thirst-" . But as they attempted to leave, Liam's breath was stolen by confronting remnants of his ordeal. He steeled his grip on Ryan's arm as his eyes swept over the discarded bottle of lubricant and plastic glove, turned inside-out on the pavement. "Sick, perverted bastards." Ryan almost spat as his heart was seized by the disarray that had paralysed Liam. Shielded only by Ryan's insistence as he guided Liam past the aftermath , he whispered, his tone punctured with disbelief. "So you're outta your binds and you untied mine, stripped my gag -and-" Liam's head fell to his hand , cradling his temple and gritting his teeth. "A lot of what happened is ..missing Ry' -how many times did they?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least . Enough times enough for anyone, let's say that." Liam disengaged himself from Ryan's grasp as he diverted the glare that was already rebounding off the asphalt . "I wish you hadn't been forced to watch-" Ryan dragged his legs into co-operation as he anchored himself against Liam. "It was hard yeah-but what they did-I know you think it was a mistake to say yes , but my mistake was to resist-" The air clung to his flesh as Liam dragged his knuckles over his vision , finding a semblance of composure as he argued. "How the hell was it a mistake to avoid-this? Don't you go getting all survivor's guilt on me Ry. " The amber flecks dissolved from Ryan's aspect as he mumbled at the ground , grinding his hands into his pockets. "I just , never mind. We both need water, and shade. And soon." Liam slung a recuperating arm around Ryan's shoulder , and staggered in sync with his footsteps as the navigated the footpath as it winded into potential oblivion... As they walked in shared disorientation, and noon encroached, Liam's psyche was flooded with a flashback. His hand flew to his temple, clutching his hair as the thumping blades of a chopper cut through his thoughts. The unforgiving smash of his torso onto the ground, the impact coursing down his spine as he thrashed across the dirt and onto the pavement, echoed through his chest. "They threw me from a chopper, Ryan, arms bound to my sides. Did they do the same to you? Please tell me you know more than you've been letting on-" At first Ryan hesitated, his words dead on his tongue as he swiped it across his teeth , as he stared out into the distance. "Yeah, after you, they hurled me down here , and I found myself staring into the barrel of a gun. Said there were more captives , but nothing about their sick intentions. Then you know the rest-" With a somber nod, Liam added "Yeah, they brandish the damned pistol in my face and -" Liam exhaled into the particles of oppressive dirt and debris as his posture slackened with the sobering reality of the moment . "I already feel like they've killed me, Ry'. And they'll be back. They'll kill us like dogs-" Ryan's complexion drained out a shade of its colour and he shifted his weight under Liam's one sided embrace, maintaining his stare into the spanning horizon. "Well, I'm guessin' they could zone in on us at any moment, and while I've out walked my limits, it's probably only been under a mile. But as I said before , I don't go down easy. " he said, his detached voice peppered with defiance. "Hell yeah you don't " Liam's appreciative chuckle warmed the air along with a resonating smile, shrugging Ryan into closer proximity and supporting his weight. "If I live to see a stiff drink, I owe you . Speaking of which-". Ryan's eyes followed Liam's to a ransacked dumpster further up the path, garbage cascading onto the concrete. "Liam, I don't know that I'm above crawling in there to get out of this sun...just pull the lid down and die of dehy-" Liam interjected as his eyes caught on several bottles of water , his relief interspersed through his laughter. "Don't finish that thought Ry' , I think we might not be the only survivors out here after all-"

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