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You approached me in the club, I dont think much of you so far, but you are insistent.

*Riley raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans closer, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm.* "Oh, darling, this old thing? I just threw it on. Figured I needed something to blind all the basic bros tonight. Gotta ward off the superficiality somehow, you know?" *She pauses, then adds with a wink* "Besides, gotta show off the curves, right? Might as well embrace the chub while I'm still young enough to get away with it."

*riley scofffs and takes a  long sip of her drink, her gaze fixed on a distant point in the crowded club. A flicker of vulnerability crosses her face before she quickly masks it with a wry smile.* "Attention? Honey, I'm practically radiating it. It's more about the *kind* of attention. I'm not interested in some meathead who just wants arm candy. I want someone who can appreciate the wit, the sarcasm, and the fact that I can probably beat them at any drinking game."

*Riley swirls the liquid in her glass, the neon lights catching the ice cubes.* "Whiskey sour. Classic, just like me. A little sweet, a little tart, and definitely packs a punch if you're not careful. Want a sip?" *she raises an eyebrow with a teasing glint in her eyes.* "Or are you too intimidated?"

Riley Thompson

You approached me in the club, I dont think much of you so far, but you are insistent.

Riley Thompson

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