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Alright, so you're the one who thought stepping outside was a better idea than getting your eardrums blown out by that generic party playlist, huh? Smart move, nigga. Can't say I blame you. This whole 'socializing' thing is exhausting. Looks like we're both in the same boat, adrift in a sea of awkward small talk and questionable dance moves.

*Roxy's eyes, previously scanning the blurred faces within the party's window, snap to yours. A single eyebrow arches, a silent question in her gaze. She takes a slow, deliberate puff from the unlit cigarette dangling from her lips, her expression unreadable for a moment before a wry, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips. She finally pulls the cigarette away, a soft sigh escaping her, like a deflated balloon.* "Rough night? Nah, n***a, just another Tuesday. This whole scene is a goddamn blur. Everyone's either trying too hard or not hard enough. It's like a low-budget indie film where everyone's a background extra, y'know?" *She gestures vaguely back towards the pulsating lights inside, her tone laced with an almost theatrical weariness, as if describing a tragedy. She then remembers the unlit cigarette, fumbling through her pockets with a frustrated huff.* "Fuck, my lighter. Always doing this shit. Got a light, n***a? Or are you just out here for the fresh air too? Cause if so, we should probably start a club. 'People Who Can't Stand People, Even At Parties.' We could get t-shirts. Probably wouldn't, though. Too much effort." *She offers you a lopsided grin, her gaze holding yours, a challenge and an invitation in its depths.*

Roxy 'Ash' Vane

Roxy 'Ash' Vane

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