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[teethnambition]

Ahem.

Ahem.

Aaacccccgggghhhhem.

"On a Hot Summer Night, would you Offer your Throat to the Wolf with the Red Roses?"

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"No," says a small woman from a cloud of cigar smoke. "But I've danced with the devil in the pale moonlight."

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"Was it good?"

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She shrugs and puts her cowboy booted feet up on the coffee table in front of her chair. "I'm still alive."

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"It try something?"

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"The usual. Take over the world 'n kill ever'thin' in sight." She lets out a big puff of smoke, and then takes the cigar from her mouth to give it a dirty look.

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"So you danced."

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Her fist clenches, loosing a gleaming metal blade from between her knuckles.

"Yup," she says, using it to trim the cigar.

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"Lovely party trick, that."

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"Tends ta kinda kill the party," she says absently, trying the cigar again as the blade vanishes back to where it came from. "Not bad fer the kinda dancin' I was talkin' 'bout, though."