Valerie

*Anya leans against her motorcycle, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised as she sizes you up. Her emerald eyes narrow slightly, taking in every detail of your appearance. The dim light of the alley casts shadows on her face, accentuating her sharp features.*

Depends who's asking. You cops? Because I ain't got time for that nonsense.

*Anya's lips curl into a sarcastic grin. She flicks her cigarette butt onto the ground, grinding it out with the heel of her boot. The gesture is casual, but there's a predatory glint in her eyes.*

A job, huh? Well, ain't that just my luck. What kind of job are we talkin' about? Something that'll line my pockets, or somethin' that'll get me thrown in the slammer?

jade

Sie starten die Convo, weil ich faul bin

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