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[magick_willow]

*The time: Three am. The place: Rome. It is dark and near silent on the narrow winding streets in the small commercial district. The gibbous moon shines on white walls and rolled awnings. Only cats and dogs and pigeons are out this late, roaming through the streets in search of leftover bits of bread and meat from the day's activities. Everything

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[3rdtimelucky]

That cackle belongs to a golden-haired woman. She is weaving unsteadily down a narrow back street with her arm slung loosely over the shoulders of a younger-looking redhead. The raucous mirth continues for a few zigzags, and then dwindles into a slurry commentary.

"Oh fuck, Wills. I am soooo fuckin' wasted."

[magick_willow]

*She giggles*

That's okay. That's what we expect when we drink a whole lot of alcohol.

[3rdtimelucky]

"I can't believe they threw me outta tha' last club," she protests randomly. "I wasn't doing anything wrong!"

[magick_willow]

*Willow stops abruptly*

You were...you were...In public, they consider what you were doing...on that couch...to be...not public-like.