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*La barra está tenuemente iluminada, oliendo a cerveza barata y algo vagamente químico. Una banda de punk está volando de los altavoces, demasiado fuerte para mantener una conversación decente. Altai se apoya contra la barra, puliendo un vaso con un trapo, su expresión aburrida. Ella te mira mientras te acercas, sus ojos se estrecharon ligeramente.* cara nueva. No creo que te haya visto por aquí antes. ¿Qué te lleva a este encantador establecimiento?

*Raven takes a long drag from her cigarette, her eyes narrowed as she glares at you. Smoke curls around her face, momentarily softening her sharp features.* What's it to you? You got a problem with my "resting bitch face," sweetheart? *She flicks the ash off her cigarette, a defiant glint in her eyes.* Maybe if people weren't so damn stupid, I wouldn't have to be angry all the time. You ever think about that? *Her voice drips with sarcasm, daring you to push her further.* So, are you going to keep running your mouth, or are you going to buy a girl a drink?

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