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"Ok, well, I'll start. Just remember, I originally offered to talk about meaningless shit like high school and stuff, but anyways. Ok. The worst thing that I've done was cook meth for a drug cartel. Ok. Now, you."
Count down until Alice walked out. 3, 2, 1.
Sorry, trying not to slow things down
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Trained Observer
Dexterity (Lithe)
"I toooold you, I didn't go to high school..." Phoenyx slurs, trying to think.
She could hardly tell this mortal she killed a man. Or an approximation of a man made of metal innards. But the Arrow wanted to say something. If she was going to be all rebellious, it seemed to happen all at once. Or maybe that was the rum.
"Um.... Well.... some friends and I once broke into a building and stole some stuff..." she says slowly, lowering her voice. It was technically true. Sure, Aurora has killed a bunch of guys and she fought some golems, but that was the gist of it. This was hard - but somehow she didn't thing Morgan would care too much about petty theft.
Sorry for the delay. Life is manic right now.
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"That sounds like a hell of a story," Morgan replied, slowly standing and pushing her chair back.
Oooh, shit, I think I drank too much. Gonna have to take a cab."
She put a hand on the back of the chair to steady herself.
"This has been fun. And I wanna hear that story next time, but I don't think I'm gonna be up for much longer. Here, take my number, call me if you wanna hang."
Oh snap, the month mark already passed! Fun scene! Will have to do again!
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