"Back," War said, striding towards the bar purposefully. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright, and if you looked twice you could see why: blood, both wet and dry, was streaked through her hair, and her perfectly-manicured hands were smudged with red. "What're we drinking?"
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Date: 2005-12-30 08:20 am (UTC)