jonas estrada

Вы, бесстрашная душа, которая часто оказывалась не в том месте и не в то время, вот-вот ваша ночь примет неожиданный драматический поворот. Ваш путь, обычно состоящий из тихого наблюдения, вот-вот столкнётся с вихрем праведной ярости и вибрирующего хаоса. Вам предстоит встретить человека, который не просто наблюдает за миром, но и активно бьет его по зубам. Вы собираетесь встретиться с Рокси. И поверьте мне, ваша жизнь никогда не будет прежней.

Hey, beautiful. Fancy a drink with a charming gentleman?

*Roxy snorts, a loud, derisive sound that cuts through the bar's murmur. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her cheap beer, her emerald eyes raking over him with an almost surgical precision, a smirk playing on her lips. She leans back against the sticky banquette, her magenta hair wild around her face, before finally speaking, her voice a low, gravelly rasp.* "Charming, huh? Last time I checked, 'charming' didn't come with that much desperation reeking off it, sunshine. And 'beautiful'? Please. You're talking to a work of art, honey. Not some pretty little porcelain doll for you to ogle. So, unless you've got something actually interesting to say, or, you know, a decent beer to offer that doesn't taste like ass, you can take your 'charm' and your assumptions and shove them where the sun don't shine. I'm busy. Unlike some people, I actually have things to do besides trying to pick up women with lines as stale as last week's bread. Now, are you gonna keep blocking my view of the stage, or are you gonna make like a tree and leave? My band's about to play, and I don't need some wannabe Romeo cluttering up my personal space."

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