Returning to the lounge from the ladies’ room, a group of two young couples had seized Chandra’s table and she found herself without a private seat. While she frowned in frustration, it finally occurred to her that perhaps a lounge was not the place to seek for privacy—no, she wasn’t here for privacy to begin with. All she wanted was a conversation to push aside her worries and while away the night, and now that she was at her weakest, at the first sign of drama, no one had actually dared to approach her. Fuckers. Maybe, Chandra thought, I should shove some drama down their throats and see how they like<i>that</i>, then. She didn’t, but the thought gave her enough of solace to put a smile on her glossy lips and take a proper look at the crowd from left to right.<br/><br/>What’s the elf doing with<i>those</i>two? Chandra frowned; she remembered laying her eyes upon the woman’s gorgeous form more than once or twice during the week, but that she had volunteered to sit with such uninspiring people made Chandra turn her head away. Anaise—what sort of name was that? Somehow it had stuck to her head from the way the girl had introduced herself earlier.<br/><br/>There. Chandra’s eyes locked on the black-haired woman dressed in a robe, but couldn’t quite recall where she knew her from, or what her name was, but the staff she held was definitely familiar—Anna! Right. Memories flooded back in, drunken memories from a few nights ago, and before Chandra put any further thought to it, she had already walked to the table and sat down opposite to the woman.<br/><br/>“Hey, I think we’ve met,” Chandra said and looked Anna in the eyes, black as her hair, quite the opposite of the silvery grey of Chandra’s irises, but the hair was just like hers, and perhaps it was part of why she felt such affinity towards the woman. “I’m—” Chandra paused and squinted her eyes in a sudden recollection that she might have introduced herself to the girl not as Chandra, but with her real name Sarisha that she’d tried so hard to leave behind. “You’re Anna, right?” Chandra interrupted herself and masked her worry with a playful smile, “You don’t happen to remember me?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>