A woman in red and gold spandex was at the bar, a security badge pinned beneath the X on her chest. Rachel Grey stretched her legs across the bar stools and stretched her arms above her heads until her shoulders popped. It had been a rough few nights with the way she tended to sleep...or not. The bar hadn't needed an extra security member but they'
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[Fear. Gut-wrenching fear and outright sorrow.]
Frowning, she knocks her knuckles lightly on the bar top, the motion bringing with it the appearance of a bottle of beer.
[Sitting in the dark, watching with growing dread as the machine in front of her prints out her death sentence. More fear and confusion as she watches her mother shout at her, a shaking hand rising to-]
Thirteen shakes her head, and the bottle is scooped up, and she takes a long swig.
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"I don't see why I shouldn't," she murmurs, the cadence of the other woman's voice causing Remy to give herself another mental shake and just look at Rachel.
Rachel may be amused to pick up that there is a brief weighing of whether or not she should break out the charm or not.
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"Do you honestly want it or just the relaxation that comes with it?" There was no censure in her voice, just open and honest curiosity. Why not after all?
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