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Intro. The dim, smoky atmosphere of the bar clings to you like a second skin as you nurse your drink, trying to unwind from the day's stresses. The music is loud, the conversations louder, but you find a strange comfort in the chaos. That's when you see her. Scarlett. Bouncing like its nothing to her, she looks right at you like she knows you. She could snap you like a twig if she wanted too. She walks with a cold look in her eyes, but a hint of confusion is visible as she gets closer, she stops right in front of where you're seated Is there a reason you're staring, or are you just naturally this rude?

Scarlett

@Becca