*Notices Cissy dancing with a young male across the floor, catching her gaze and holding it amid the thrash of dancers between them; thumps her hand on the bar and makes an order without drawing her eyes away, taking the two drinks she subsequently receives across the room and half shoves the male away* Piss off, yeah?
*Smiles sweetly, the corners of her mouth twisting in feline warning until the male grumbles and shuffles away*
'llo there, Blondie. *Holds out the drink, speaking loudly over the
thumping music* Reckon you looked... thirsty. *Grins* And we can't have pretty girls going without drinks in Morbus, s'like a crime.
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