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Chance offered a small hum in response to Colin's comment, her lips pursed and plush while she shrugged beneath the weight of her furs. "I expect civility only lasts as long as sobriety does." With her vision seeking the new figure as they entered the establishment, the woman assessed the newcomer with mild interest before that was stolen by the conversation at large. An open conversation, of course, that likely traveled the distance between the two parties. <br/>
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"Oh, now you're being ridiculous. <i>As if I would wear panties.</i>" The blonde teased the cascade of her blonde locks, winking. "I expect you have every right to be confused. If I mapped out the metropolitan area just to find a mystery bar in my precinct, I would also feel disoriented. That said, I assure you that the One Night Stand isn't new. Likely a topic of conversation for the owner when she isn't shrugging off her duties, but our community has always been rather... tight-knit. You see the same faces in passing, you spend evenings with the usual suspects, so to speak."<br/>
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Reclining slightly on her bar stool, the Fae untucked a cigarette case from her cleavage and popped it open. Taking out a slender cigarette and an overly ornate pack of matches, she lit it before continuing with her thoughts.<br/>
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"So, <i>Brock</i> - Perhaps you were meant to be a regular. If you like attractive women and free drinks, what's to dislike? Think of it like a club that doesn't have a membership fee." She sniffed once, and then a second time, as if something in the air was distracting her from her thoughts. "Oh, right. Yes, Colin." Pushing her half-drained beverage toward the Vampire, she asked, "Do you know how to make a Roman Holiday?"<br/>
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