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Who: Genesis Rhapsodos & Abrianna Rozhestvensky.
When: After this conversation.
Where: Abrianna's apartment -Tower Apartments, room 103.
Rating: PG
Summery: A little social call - vodka and poetry.

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Perhaps she was a bit arrogant, but when you had a tendency to dislike most people you meet that little bit becomes rather magnified. If there was one thing she despised it was disorder in her own little domain, and Genesis was a rather small disturbance, yet a welcomed one. There really was no comfort in knowing that Baranski simply would not put his plans on hold for her.

If the Eastern Branch fell before she was able to find her way home then her efforts would be all for naught. Rachel, her sister would never forgive her for such a major slip up- even if this predicament wasn't quite her fault. The door creaked again as it shut. She'd have to oil it sometime. At the inquiry her gazed flickered over to the pots, although she didn't seem too thrilled about it. "Tomatoes and cucumbers." She paused, seeming to consider something, but really it was certainly more than a tad obvious that she hadn't spoken of such small things in a long time. "I'm not quite sure if the climate suits them, but it certainly will have to do for now."

Her eyes settled upon him briefly before she moved to sit down on one of the makeshift seats. "Please, sit." It wasn't as if the floors were dirty.