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∎ . 𝘎𝘪𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯: 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 : 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘦 [[ 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙮 ]]. |

Throwing a penthouse party tonight. Singles only, booze and coke will be provided. Bring your friends.

He who smelt it and all that.

[ @ANGELLANDlNG ] Two knocks on the countertop grab her attention. The canvas for half the local tattoo scene was standing beside her, proudly presenting the art with a low cut tank top. "Hello, love. Know where to find Rogue, I'm supposed to be meeting her."

Good fuckin' morning, Night City.

You got sand in it or why are you so grumpy?

Ain't even funny anymore, now that you ruined it.

Christ's sake. I didn't ask for a goddamn picture, you coulda said literally anything.

Way to dodge the question.

[ @greyscled ] The day had passed - and so did a long train of thought, lubricated by a fine spirit. At least it did until glass is slammed on the bar before her. It's the rest of bottle she'd started, alongside a fresh glass. "Don'tcha know drinking alone gives ya hangovers?"

They ring true, love?

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