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The city had a different buzz the moment she stepped foot inside, and it wasn't merely the people streaming through the streets as the young woman tried to remain vicariously on the outskirts of their endeavors. As she slipped between alleyways and farther from the constant crowd- despite the darkness that had fallen over the bulk of the buildings long ago- Hazel noticed the clear and electric feel of something undeniably<i> mythical </i>ahead of her<i>.</i> Body stiffening as she paused in the deep shadow of what might've once been an apartment complex, the redhead lifted her nose to the air and inhaled deeply. The slightest scent of undead and other not-so-human creatures caressed her senses. Instinct normally warned her far away from others- especially those that wandered the same path as her- but something entirely different possessed her form. Without much time to gather her thoughts, she angled towards the scent, tucking the thin cotton sweater tighter around the deep maroon dress that hugged her curved figure from her thighs and up to her wrists in its tight embrace.<br/>
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A feeling of being impossibly safe and secure ensnared her being the moment she stepped foot on the threshold of the door, her pale green eyes glancing over the name of the establishment as she entered.<i> The One Night Stand.</i> Lip quirked at the corner, the fair-skinned young woman slipped inside. Dimmer even than the streets outside, save for the space near the subtly roaring fire in the far corner, the open room gave an inviting feel as she let the door fall shut behind her. The heels of her short pumps clicked softly over the wood as she sought out a table somewhat near the fire with instinctive quickness. Most of those already inside seemed to know the place, the familiarity apparent in their tones as she let her ears slowly adjust to their voices. Licking her lips as she settled quietly into a chair, she let her eyes slowly wander over the beings nearby. It was hard to tell what most of them were, except for the few who had highly distinguishable scents, including the undead with the brilliant crimson gaze and the hulking human near the bar. <br/>
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Hazel leaned her elbows against the tabletop and slowly exhaled as she let the low tones of conversation soothe her into a somewhat comfortable feel. There'd been other places warded similarly for supernatural beings, but none that had felt as homely. And certainly none with an open-bar policy, Hazel finally noticed. Her eyes narrowed and she gazed curiously at those coming and going from the collection of drinks. She was almost drawn closer- alcohol had little effect on her, but it'd been a long time since she'd been able to converse with others normally- but caution kept her seated uncertainly where she'd placed herself.​</div>