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[bitingmybullet]

Gwen is ... in the Wasteland.

Yes.

And it is a perfectly normal night.

... Except for the part where Salla kissed her.

That. Uh.

That was unexpected.

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[sew_on_wolf]

"Hey, Gwen."

She's tapping out a rhythm on her thighs as she walks up, grinning brightly.

[bitingmybullet]

It ... takes Gwen a second. But she smiles back.

"Hey, Shay. Here to actually practice?"

Pointed remarks? What?

[sew_on_wolf]

These are not the pointed remarks you are looking for?

"Hey, I'm always here. The band's just never around at the same time."

They need to get a schedule, man.

[bitingmybullet]

She rolls her eyes.

"Always excuses."

[sew_on_wolf]

Her grin widens as she shrugs.

"Hey, at least we have a band. Hottest nightclub around."

... not to mention only, but still.

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen makes a face.

"Not unless I actually wrangle us some heat."