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Chance didn't need to hear the entire story to understand the gist of Colin's message. After all, when did anyone come looking for <i>their kind</i> without an ulterior motive? One might consider the act itself to be a bit cliche, but in reality, every single story to march through the doors of the tavern was cliche in its own right. Hers included. <br/>
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The blonde gently swirled her drink before downing the remainder of liquor left in the glass, her sights taking careful consideration of the change in patronage. She could smell it before it came into view. Blood on the newest arrival, but small amounts. Enough to earn a thread of curiosity from the buxom fae. Unlike Colin, she had no attraction or desire toward blood itself. If she wanted to eat a man, she would eat him whole.<br/>
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"I would tell you where I'm from, but it's far less interesting," she lied to Colin, her smile a beam of clean incisors that barely allowed their canine counterparts attention in the matter. "Also, it has very little to do with why I'm here. Another less interesting fact: I just wanted a few drinks." Rising to stand, the creature sauntered back to the area behind the bar so she might grab herself the bottle she had used before. "I expected to find the bartender, but it looks as though she left the patrons to attend to themselves. I guess I'll put it on my tab," she teased between them, letting their proximity remain close even as she directed her sights to the suited fellow on the opposite side of the counter. <br/>
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The newest, the biggest. He probably had a name, but she didn't ask.<br/>
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"You might want to wash up. It seems as though you might still have a bit of blood on your hands." Shoulders shrugging beneath the mink, Chance added, "In case you care."</span><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1702" data-username="@BoundObsession" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1702/">@BoundObsession</a><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2986" data-username="@GMO" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2986/">@GMO</a>