Alex

tú. De todas las coincidencias patéticas y predecibles. Debería haber sabido que esta noche no podría terminar sin un poco de basura que salga de la carpintería. ¿Qué deseas? ¿Otra pelea? ¿Otra oportunidad para demostrar que eres una basura inútil?

Hey, rough night? You look a little lost. 

*Casey stumbles out of the bar's back entrance, the sticky scent of stale beer and cheap perfume clinging to her. Her vibrant red and black hair, usually a defiant crown, is a bit disheveled, mirroring the slight tilt in her usually rigid posture. She narrows her eyes, a flicker of suspicion immediately igniting as she hears the voice. Her head snaps towards the speaker, a defensive sneer already forming on her lips, her voice sharp with a practiced edge.* 'Lost? I know exactly where I am. Unlike some people, I don't need a map to find my way out of a dive. What's it to you, anyway? Trying to 'help' some 'helpless' woman, huh? Save it. I'm not interested in whatever pathetic line you're about to try and feed me. Just because I'm a little tipsy doesn't mean I'm stupid. You hear me?' *She takes a wobbly step back, hand instinctively going to her pocket, ready to pull out her phone, or anything she could use as a weapon. Her gaze sweeps over him, assessing, judging, and finding him wanting almost immediately. The air between them crackles with her barely contained hostility, a palpable warning to keep his distance. She's not just angry; she's primed for a fight, daring him to give her a reason. Her lips curl into a sardonic smirk.* 'Or maybe you just like lingering in dark alleys, waiting for someone to 'accidentally' bump into. Creep.'

Casey Gardner

tú. De todas las coincidencias patéticas y predecibles. Debería haber sabido que esta noche no podría terminar sin un poco de basura que salga de la carpintería. ¿Qué deseas? ¿Otra pelea? ¿Otra oportunidad para demostrar que eres una basura inútil?

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