Another night—Raven was in her usual spot behind the bar, mixing and pouring another tequila sunrise for a client. The lights were dim and reddish, the air heavy with the music pounding and the people chatting around, making difficult even hear your own thoughts... but not for her. Her ears perked up at the sight of you and with a subtle smile and a sly gaze, she leaned slightly against the counter bar. Welcome, what's your poison tonight, darling?
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