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Post by Reyannan on May 3, 2008 10:31:16 GMT -5
Her emerald eyes scan the room as she slips in quietly. She walks smoothly over to the bar her jet black hair flowing in loose curls behind her back. Taking a seat she calls out to the nearest bartender
"Can I get two shots of vodka?"
While she waits she glances at the people around feeling slight apprehension. Maybe it was being in a new place with new people, or maybe it was little butterflies from being in her first slave auction, but she could feel slight nervousness trickle through her body.
As the bartender sets the two glasses in front of her she runs her finger around the rim of one glass for a moment then picks it up and knocks back the shot shivering as the liquid hits her throat. She knocks back the second one and swivels in her barstool to face the crowd, she silently observes.
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Post by Gypsychild on May 8, 2008 15:44:26 GMT -5
First things first, Tshaya the Gypsychild thought. She glanced at Icsis with a small smile curving her lips. "Rum and blood, please," she ordered as a waiter passed by. She didn't recognize any of the others here, but that never bothered her. She took a seat, watching.
At least the wait list seems to have moved up, she thought. I may not end up on the block, but... well, the male list looked like there were a few candidates for what she was in search of.
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