Backwater Blues

[Hemlocke]

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Onyx smirked, tilting her head to glance to the man as if seeing an old friend in him with the way he responded, before returning to staring over the bar, taking a final swig of the whiskey, of which she held down well without any change in complexion or behavior. "You have a pretty polite way of calling someone stupid." Her arms crossed and she fell silent as if in thought, before her face returned to its usual dead expression, and she spoke again.

"Perhaps it's the habit of rebellion that I push myself so hard to avoid losing." She spoke on his note of her blood, in truth, it was the opposite, she was running so fast toward her past it was killing her. Onyx lifted her hand to get a top off for the stranger's drink, usually a form of winning favor, though the tone indicated some sort of apology. The woman placing her glass away from her to indicate she was finished with it, turning her gaze over the bar again.

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