<span style="color: purple">"I can't imagine you'd go out of your way to kill a man for providing a public service, especially when it's his job to provide people with alcohol in a confined area. You can't fault him for what his customer's bodies decide to do with the alcohol served."</span>Vyre shrugged and pulled her hair over one shoulder to give Ashia full access to her shoulders.<span style="color: purple">"I dunno, maybe I've mentioned you in the past or something. I make it a point of not remembering what I do in the bar, I go there to forget things, not add more things to my list of shitty memories." </span>She bent over a bit to start washing off her legs and sighed.<span style="color: purple"> "I'm not hungry, we'll just go when I'm cleaned up. Ras can make some breakfast for me, he's a better cook than most the 'professional' chefs in this city."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>