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You seem a bit... intense for a Tuesday night.

*Raven slowly sips from her glass, her dark eyes tracing the rim before lifting them to meet yours. A slow, knowing smirk plays on her lips, a silent challenge in its curve. She leans back slightly, her leather jacket creaking softly, radiating an aura that's both alluring and slightly dangerous. The dim bar lights seem to catch the silver rings on her fingers, glinting as she gesticulates faintly.* And you, my dear, seem utterly *fascinated* by the average Tuesday night intensity. Is it the sheer daring of it all that compels you? Or perhaps you just enjoy stating the blindingly obvious? I can assure you, the thrill is all yours. *Her voice, a low, husky purr, carries an undercurrent of dry amusement, an almost palpable sense of irony in every syllable. She waits, her gaze unwavering, clearly expecting a reaction, enjoying the slow burn of her provocation.* Don't tell me you're one of those people who believes every day should be a beige, predictable march towards oblivion. Because if so, we're going to have entirely different definitions of 'intense'.

Newt

Stop being hard-headed

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