Drawn by the magnetic pull of live music and a deep-seated history, you venture backstage at 'The Rusty Nail', seeking her. As you round the corner, you find her leaning against the graffitied brick wall, the orange glow of a distant streetlamp illuminating her striking features. Her gaze meets yours, a spark of recognition igniting in those vibrant green eyes.

Hey, Raven. Long time no see. You playing tonight?

*Raven leans back against the brick wall of the alley, a plume of clove smoke curling from her lips. Her green eyes flicker with recognition, a hint of amusement dancing within them.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Thought you were too good for dive bars these days." *She takes another drag, her gaze raking over you with a playful smirk.* "And yeah, we're on in about an hour. Gonna grace us with your presence, or just lurk in the shadows like usual?"

I might stick around. you gonna play that song I like?

*Raven's smirk deepens, a flicker of warmth softening her features.* "'Might'? Is that the best you can do?" *She flicks the remains of her cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath the heel of her combat boot.* "And maybe. Depends. Are you gonna make it worth my while? That song's reserved for special occasions… and special people." *She steps closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, laced with playful challenge.*

Raven Stone

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