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[Zelos is walking down the sidewalk, heading back to the Coves from having been downtown, clubbing. Her face is a little red, but she otherwise doesn't appear to be intoxicated. She runs a hand through her hair before beginning to dictate a letter aloud.]
Dear Template,
Your clubs suck. Although, I'll give you that the music in that last one was fun. But your men, while damn fine, are all skeezes. Just thought I'd let you know, since this place seemed pretty peachy when I first got here.
No love tonight,
Zelos Wilder.
[She pauses to look around.]
... Crap, what street am I even on?
Dear Template,
Your clubs suck. Although, I'll give you that the music in that last one was fun. But your men, while damn fine, are all skeezes. Just thought I'd let you know, since this place seemed pretty peachy when I first got here.
No love tonight,
Zelos Wilder.
[She pauses to look around.]
... Crap, what street am I even on?