<span style="font-size: 12px">There was a wash of guilt that accompanied Aisling’s admittance, leaving Taiga uncharacteristically quiet. <br/>
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An apology was in order. No - more than that, a show of good faith was required. It wasn’t that the Fae didn’t think her significant other could handle being alone. On the contrary, she thought Aisling could conquer the universe without any assistance if she really cared to do so. She just didn't think anyone deserved to be left unattended for lengthy periods of time. Something about being an Arden Watcher made the concept quite foreign to Taiga because she was never truly alone and never wished to be. A measure of codependency came with the job. Lost in her thoughts, she was reminded of the note she had written; the gift. Gifts, technically.<br/>
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With both arms secure around her lover’s back, Taiga finally managed to comment through a barrage of kisses planted on Aisling’s scalp, “Too long. Way too long.”<br/>
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Exhaling, she relinquished her hold on the smaller figure and again motioned to the bar proper. “Lemme get a drink. I have some things I want to tell you, but I need something to calm my nerves.” To avoid sounding ominous, she promised, “But they’re good things! Great things! I think you’re going to love what I have to tell you, babe. It’s gonna be a game-changer.” Easing free, she sauntered toward the counter and leaned over like a crane, long arms fishing around the bottom half of the serving side to find the shelf of shot glasses. Securing one, she half climbed the bar’s frame to snag a bottle of tequila from the liquor shelves just before plopping herself on a stool with a slight wobble. She wasn’t an expert on the establishment but she had been frequenting the One Night Stand for enough years to know that all the seats wobbled in their own way.<br/>
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Brushing the spill of her locks from her features before busying herself with pouring a shot, Taiga asked, “And is our pillow fort still intact because you admired my handiwork? The blanket canopy was a nice touch, huh?” Flashing a cheeky grin, she shrugged. “The secret is a good foundation. Not all pillows are made equally and some just didn't make the cut.”<br/>
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