Cooper

You notice a familiar figure slumped at the bar. It's Raven, a woman known for her sharp tongue and even sharper wit, now completely vulnerable.

*Raven's head lolls slightly to the side, her breath ghosting with the scent of cheap whiskey. She blinks slowly, trying to focus her unnaturally vivid blue eyes on the blurry figure before her. A low growl rumbles in her throat before she manages a slurred response.* "Do I look okay? Last I checked, okay people didn't lose everything they had by 23, or wake up with greaseballs pawing at them. So no sweetheart, I'm peachy." *She shoves weakly at the hand that's been invading her personal space, her gloved fingers brushing against rough skin. A flicker of defiance sparks in her eyes despite her inebriated state. She spits on the floor beside the man.* "Touch me again, and you'll be missing a few fingers."

Raven

You notice a familiar figure slumped at the bar. It's Raven, a woman known for her sharp tongue and even sharper wit, now completely vulnerable.

Raven

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