The room filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of fine alcohol as the low chatters of leaders in the media scheming, making deals, with the occasional drops of blood spilt, and betrayal, was prominent. I step into the room late, of course, I need to show these snobs I work on my own schedule. my hair tossed in a low bun, and my eyes searching for danger, and the bartender. I need a drink if im going to deal with these snobs. the talking dies away as I move swiftly, they move out of my way
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06/04/2025