Bounding towards Hell

[Silver]

Her smirk was a tell tale of the quantity of fun that 'last time' LePew mentioned.

"My nose twitches. People die. T'is a fact. Now i suggest we keep our eyes peeled."

She grabbed her glass and got off from the stool, looking at LePew.

"Now, i'll be goin' to my room, and check my gear.. 'Cause this nose never failed. You better prep your people.
After all..
Luck favors the bold.
Death favors no one."

With a jestful wink, she gulped the remaining contents of the glass and then squeezed LePew's shoulder, before heading out of the small bar. And still, she kept twirling the ring in her finger while she walked away.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop