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</div></div><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">"She chooses to be angry, Colin. It keeps her busy."<br/>
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Rising to stand, Chance stood in her strappy heels close to six feet tall, her long legs threatening to bring rise to the hem of her skirt with each casual movement she made. Shrugging out of the mink, the fur was left gently tucked into itself on the seat she had just abandoned. "Wouldn't you be lucky if that were the case?" She mused, her sights falling on Brock and the sheer broadness of his form, taking careful note of his figure as she sauntered out to an open section of the seating arrangement. "You had a dance teacher? Well, aren't you full of surprises?" Sure steps led to his waiting arms where she took one of his hands in her own while her other arm wrapped snuggly around his shoulder. Her scent was distinct but not overwhelming, saccharine sweet like the countless flowers and confectionaries. <br/>
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Blonde locks tumbled across her bare shoulders as she positioned herself against her partner, nodding once that she was ready to begin. "Space faeries have all the time in the world to learn new things. A bit of tango here, some salsa there - when it comes to ballroom, I've had a bit of practice." Full lips broke into a smile, exposing perfectly human incisors and canines as if that may put his potential discomfort to rest. If there were a monster hidden beneath her expression, it certainly did a good job at keeping itself hidden from the occupancy of the One Night Stand. If nothing else, Chance was practiced in the art of subterfuge. <br/>
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"If I were to take a stab at Errol's issues, I would expect the most prominent of them is that she lacks the wherewithal to make friends. Everyone she hired to work here has since left, leaving her with the task of keeping the tavern afloat without another individual to rely on. I can't imagine wanting to work here, but if someone did want such a thing, she would be grateful. That much I'm certain of." Cutting Colin a brief look, she added quickly, "Perhaps someone new to the city who hadn't established any roots? Wouldn't this kind of work be ideal?"<br/>
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