<i>“ hey babe busy day huh? Mind if we sit? Beautiful hair, my hair was blonde once..”</i><br/><br/>Lily smiled, seeing that it was the girl she had seen before, the redhead. Giving her almost empty beer bottle a shimmy she laughed lightly, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Super busy.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">" offering her a playful wink. Taking another drink she shook her head, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Not at all! I feel that beer tends to taste better with others, or at least more fun." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">She added, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I wish I could pull of a bold color like red, you own it girl." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">It was easy to picture the beauty as a blonde. </span><br/><br/>After finishing off the hazy tasting liquid she set the empty bottle away from her and turned better to face her new company.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"You should check out Bay Ink Tattoo if your ever find yourself in Cali. They have great artists. Fabio Fontinelle is unreal." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">It was probably odd to hear coming from someone who was a blank canvas. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"My ex worked as an apprentice...briefly." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Her shoulder's raised up in a shrug, emphasizing the word <i>briefly. </i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Yeah! Room 107. Roommate seems chill as well." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Lily replied. It was nice knowing she had more decent people living right down the hall. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I'm Lily, or Lil for those who don't want the full name." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she smiled, introducing herself to them both. The bartender made her rounds, stopping at their seats to ask if anything else was needed. Lily debating a second drink, but declined. Her gaze moved to Eren, admiring the golden hues in his eyes as he showed them his phone. Reading the announcement outloud she couldn't help but squeal in excitement at the idea of a costume contest, a Superhero one at that. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Guess I need to bust out ol' Comic - Con costume trunk." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she leaned away from the table, feeling all too excited to let her nerd flag fly. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#54acd2">"Let me know if you want to borrow something, I have about a million things you would look killer in," <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she said to Athena seeing that they were similar in size. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Might have something for you too love, as long as you don't mind showing a bit of skin," </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">her tone playful, and obviously joking as she looked to Eren. </span></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#54acd2"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)"><a class="username" data-user-id="21422" data-username="@Damien_Akira" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/21422/">@Damien_Akira</a> </span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#54acd2"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)"><a class="username" data-user-id="37935" data-username="@IfIWereInYourShoes" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/37935/">@IfIWereInYourShoes</a></span></span>