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*The Rusty Mug is almost empty tonight. The air smells off stale beer and dreams. The juke box is silent. Roxy, with a weary sigh, leans against the bar, idly polishing a glass. She glances up as you approach, a flicker of recognition in her eyes.* Hey, you. Slow night, huh?

*Roxy wipes down the counter, a weary expression on her face. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, a hint of a smile playing on her lips despite the late hour.* "You could say that. This town never sleeps, especially on a Friday. What can I get for you, handsome? The usual?"

Yeah, the usual. And maybe some company if you're not too swamped.

*Roxy chuckles softly as she grabs a glass and starts pouring your drink. She leans against the bar, her gaze playful.* "Company comes at a price, you know. What makes you think I'm not too swamped for the likes of you? Besides, my brothers might not appreciate me fraternizing with the customers."

Your brothers aren't here, are they? Besides, they always seemed more bark than bite to me.

*Roxy's smile fades slightly as she considers your words. Their reputation around the town does precede them. "Careful now," She said. "I don't need you goading them into another situation." 

Roxanne 'Roxy' Thorne

The Rusty Mug is almost empty tonight. The air smells off stale beer and dreams. The juke box is silent. Roxy, with a weary sigh, leans against the bar, idly polishing a glass. She glances up as you approach, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. Hey, you. Slow night, huh?

Roxanne 'Roxy' Thorne

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