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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Black City Center - The Moonlight Pub</span></div><div style="border-right: 1px solid #ac0000;
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Blood Witch</span></div><div style="border-right: 1px solid #ac0000;
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Jaida - via Text (<a class="username" data-user-id="6774" data-username="BigBird" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6774/">BigBird</a>) | Bryan - via Text (<a class="username" data-user-id="9087" data-username="o0peachie0o" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9087/">o0peachie0o</a>)</span></div><div style="border-right: 1px solid #ac0000;
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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 22px">T</span></span></span></b>he rockstar Icon, Clo Brooks was unusually happy today. Most days it was hard to get her to smile, let alone actually be nice to anyone in general. It was the good news she had just received from her Band's Management Team that had her in this state of joy and positivity. <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"></span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000">"Okay, thanks! I'll tell J and Bry."</span> Without a second thought, Clo hung up on her manager and got to texting her two best friends slash bandmates. Nearly dropping her phone from the excitement. <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"></span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000">"Calm down, bitch. Fuck."</span> Pulling herself together before texting Jaida and Bryan the good news. <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"></span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000">"<i>Hey, J and Bry! You won't believe what just happened!</i>"</span> Before she could send another text, some random man walked up on her.<br/>
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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 22px">R</span></span></span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"></span>olling her eyes, Clo continued texting J and Bry in their group chat. <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"></span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000">"<i>Actually, meet me at her favorite bar downtown. It's better if I told you both in person.</i>"</span> Sending the rockstar hands and skull and bones emoji before putting her phone in her back pocket. Trying to the ignore, the obviously drunk man behind her. The further she kept walking, the more belligerent the male got towards her. Balling up her fists, the Blood Witch turned around with fire in her eyes. <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"></span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000">"Listen, you drunk bastard. If you don't get away from me right now..."</span> The man started to hold his throat... feeling it start to close. <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"></span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000">"If you wanna stay alive to drink yourself to death, you better stay the FUCK away from me, got it?"</span> Frantically shaking his head, Clo grinned and released the man's throat. <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"></span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000">"Good..."</span> Turning back around; that was the only other time you'll ever catch Clo grinning or happy; when she's hurting people that deserve it.<br/>
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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 22px">A</span></span></span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"></span>s she made it into her and her friends' favorite bar in Black City, Clo sat at their usual end of the bar and ordered a round of drinks. Oh, she didn't by any drinks for her friends. No; these were for her. They'd get their own drinks when they got here. Thanking the man behind the bar, The Blood Witch downed one bottle of alcohol and started sipping the second one. Some would say that Clo had a drinking problem; those people would never say it to her face though. If they knew what was good for them.<br/>
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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 22px">W</span></span></span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"></span>hile waiting for her friends to respond to her texts and come to the bar, Clo just made conversation with the bartender. Telling him the news and was given a shot on the house. She'd never turn down free alcohol... unless some creep bought it for her. Looking around as the bar wasn't too busy . Not much action this early in the day; which was find with her. The less people coming up to her for a signed poster or a picture to post online... or her phone number, the more she could drink in peace and somewhat quiet. <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000"></span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ac0000">"They need to hurry up, I wanna party and dance all night after telling them this shit."</span> Downing another bottle of alcohol.<br/>
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