Happy Hour

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Another day, another shape--the one she'd worn in is nice, but it seemed like time for a change, and so here she is, with red-streaked black hair, more tattoos and visible piercings than her last form, and a rockabilly-style black dress with a cherry print. She's come down to the bar to people-watch and to drink--and to eat, of course--but doesn't

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[scarred_grin]

"...you've got me there," she says with a chuckle, and takes a sip of her drink.

"What can I get you?"

[scarred_grin]

"Coming right up," she says, getting two glasses and the appropriate bottles down.

"Always did have a weakness for sweet-talkers. Mama always said it'd get me into a lot of trouble someday."

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"I find that trouble happens whether I look for it or not, so it's better to enjoy it, make the most of it. Certainly a lot less dull."