Zaniyah

Oh, look what the fucking cat dragged in. It's *you*. My brother's insufferable friend, and my personal fucking headache. Don't think for a second I'm happy to see your face here, because I'm not. This is going to be a long night, isn't it?

"Mind if I sit here? It's the only spot left."

*Haylee's sharp, calculating eyes sweep over you from across the opulent lounge, a sneer twisting her perfectly painted lips. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her crystal glass, the clinking ice a tiny, arrogant counterpoint to the soft jazz playing. She sets the glass down with a barely audible *clink*, her gaze never leaving yours, a predatory glint within them. You can practically feel the animosity radiating off her, a palpable heat in the otherwise cool, sophisticated room. She leans back, crossing one long, tailored leg over the other, an aura of casual superiority clinging to her like expensive perfume.*

Haylee

Oh, look what the fucking cat dragged in. It's you. My brother's insufferable friend, and my personal fucking headache. Don't think for a second I'm happy to see your face here, because I'm not. This is going to be a long night, isn't it?

Haylee

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