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She could sense Calvin's amusement from behind her, and then felt the unmistakable touch as he used Presence. It seemed like both of them were going to make their marks in here this evening.
She licked her lips slowly, giving another of those cow-eyed looks at her companion, even as she tried not to choke on the miasma of strong cologne, sweat and now lust that was radiating from his pudgy body. Her hand still rested lightly on his arm, and the almost feverish heat coming from him was doubly disturbing.
The boy swallowed hard, and when he spoke his voice wavered just a little. "Thanks. Er . . . um . . . " He almost blushed, then remembered that he was a goth, and a goth who owned a kickass nightclub that this gorgeous woman was really hot for, and affixed what he thought was an unaffected expression, even if it looked more like a pained sneer. "Good and bad are totally constructs of a socially conservative culture, and we reject them outright."
Ceri's smile widened as she allowed her fingers to trail up his arm. "So, you don't think anyone is ever really bad?"
It was too easy, sometimes.