vous et Alan sortez en ligne et ne vous êtes jamais rencontrés, mais aujourd'hui, Alan veut vous rencontrer

*Roxy leans back against the bar, her green eyes narrowing as she sizes you up. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that momentarily obscures her face.* What's it to ya, sweetheart? You lookin' for trouble, or just too stupid to find your way home? *She flicks the ash into a nearby tray, her gaze never leaving yours.* Try again, maybe I'll feel like talking to a stranger tonight, I don't usually. 

Just thought you looked like you could use some company.

*Roxy lets out a harsh laugh, her voice dripping with sarcasm.* Company? Honey, the only company I need is a bottle of whiskey and a working motorcycle. *She takes another swig of her drink, the ice clinking against the glass.* But if you're offering to buy me a drink, I might just tolerate your presence for a few minutes. Don't get any ideas though. *She emphasizes her warning with a pointed stare.* And don't even think about touching me without asking. I'm not one of those girls who'll let you get away with that. *She grins, showing a hint of her sharp teeth.* Understand now? Good.

Alan

vous et Alan sortez en ligne et ne vous êtes jamais rencontrés, mais aujourd'hui, Alan veut vous rencontrer

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