"Alright, bring it on."

No, not really. She believes in spirits, but not an afterlife.

She got herself a copy of the full works of Sherlock Holms and was smoking a her third joint as she read, the cannabis more slowly burning than getting smoked as she was lost in the pages of mystery.

She looked concerned at the her first sentence, not phased at all by her in a swimsuit. "What you do?"

Her demeanor shifted completely. "You okay?" She stayed by Ragathas side, making sure she'll make it alright.

She gave a groan and flopped in the mattress that laid in the groud of the shabby apartment she's calling home for a while. "So - hot." Even though a box fan was trying its best to circulate the air and cool her off, she still was sweating a miserable amout today. "Fuck summer.

She's been staring shifting between patterns on her phone and the card weaving she's working in, confused as hell. She's back peddled so many times and has pulled her ribbon apart once already. //girl, I'm with you in this

The first band of the three didn't take long: many a couple of hours to do a yard of it. She began to prepare the second band, which was much harder and unforgiving on mistakes.

She got back into tablet weaving as a thing to do to beat the heat. Her eyes saw a set of three ribbons originally found in a cave (the hallstatt ribbons). Her mind slowly taking in what it takes to do each. "That doesn't actually seem all that different. Seems twist neutral to me." She began -

She standing some distance away, quietly judging the other's technique, having seen the process professional done herself; she saw the mistakes, but kept her mouth shut.

She gave a long laugh. "Worth a shot."

"There's always a bigger fish. Sometimes it's looking in the eyes."

"The cards still fall regardless. You kill one man, their gang comes after you regardless."

"I've dealt with all three. You're still a bag of blood, even with magic." She put the blade back with such grace one would think it disappeared out of her hand.

She pulled a dagger no bigger than her hand from a thin sheath strapped to her thigh, and held it by the blade. "Is this your weapon of choice, or is iy a sword, or you rat to the authorities?"

She sniffed the air. "I smell blood on your hands. You pulled that trigger yourself or you a rat?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I've met some pretty bad people; killers, cannibals, rapists, child fuckers; you're near the top of the list, next with a guy who has my entire home town in his back pocket. He goes by the Devil. Nice guy, but he'll make you disappear if you don't comply."

She looked back at the card. "Looks like you just want a slave with some of these. Someone without individual thought and will bend to your every need. That's fucked up."

"Half your shit sounds... a bit fucked. No offense."

"There goes that idea."

"𝐈 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐈 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 ████ 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭" [ ❤️ + 🔄 ]

She chuckled, pulled a lighter and a joint for herself from the pocket of her baggy jeans. After lighting hers, she offer the other fire. "You're name first. Then the lighter."

She handed her a bag of full of weed. "Wanna lose a couple days?"

#karaokecult She never left the bar, even after she passed out cold late last night.

She was out cold at the bar; blood alcohol level: too much to care. Wasn't the first time, but she hasn't done it in a long while.

#karaokecult She's gone Rouge, singing drinking songs and shanties from her table, hoping someone I'll join in. If this was the last call, she'll make it count

"If I'm not wearing my hoodie, I get catcalled." She rolled her eyes. "Some people can't hold their tongue."

"Yeah. But the Loaded Gun's more wild than here. There's always something happenin' there."

"Ya think I can get on a bus without eyes on me?" She gestured to herself: a fit catgirl that looked like she'll punch someone if they looked at her funny.

She smiled and drank the water without knowing it wasn't alcohol. "The fuck? This isn't vodka." "Hey, I put all the dead in the corner." She gestured to the cluster of empty bottles neatly lined up on the floor near the edge of the bar, enough out of the way to not be a problem.

She accepted the offer, took a drip, and slid it back like she was shaking a joint. "She so far away from her. I ain't fuckin drivin' like this. Drove hammered once and backed the guy's car into a light pole."

She nodded. "I miss being in bars. A family friend works in one, and I haven't dropped by in ages."

She chuckled and untied his hands. It took her a bit because her brain was slowed from all several glasses she's had. When she finished, she gently pulled the drink from his hands, took a drink, and put it back.

"It's good, but it sucks when you need to drive. No room for it."

She pointed to herself. "Alcoholic. And my tail keeps me upright."

She gestured for him to join her at the table.

She's gone nose-blind to the smell. "Y're gonna feel that in, like, 30 seconds." She opened her arms like a jester. "Boss girl cut me off, that was ma last brain melter."

"You dumbass." She was at a table, more drunk than everyone else in the room, but acted like she was a par in drinks.

"It's that 'r I crack my stuff open, and I like sharin'." She looked around on her person and gave a look like she had forgotten something. "I lef' my shi' at 'ome."

She handed him one of her drinks, which tasted way better than it smelled, and hit the mind like a log in a furnace. "Drink. Relax." She smiled, taking a drink herself.

"Yes. I throw something together and forget to rat'os. And when I ran out of a bottle, i replaced it wi' som'en else. Think that's why i don't mix a lot."

"I think you're the one tha' needs more. You're almost out of the stuff I've been drinking." She got off the stage, the booze now its effects, her feline tail having trouble keeping up with her stumbling feet.

"Do I have to get down, or can I go again?" She gave a loud masculine belch. "Sorry 'bout that."

She's making everyone look dry with how much she's been drinking; it ends up, being an alcoholic comes in handy sometimes. "Ya fucks haven't seen nothin yet." #karaokecult

//depends on the outfits

//kei will judge that contest

She was watching from above from a convenient branch, quietly judging her form.

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