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5/19/2017 7:11:09 PM
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It wasn't light, but it was some sort of magic. She kept drinking, sighing again
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Curious now, the Hunter picked up his drink and sauntered over. "Min' fer some company, stranger?" He asked, stopping near her seat.
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"I know you?" she asked tiredly
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"Naw. 'M pretty sure we're strangers." His voice had a completely care free sound to it, typical Hunter attitude.
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"Hmph." she said, looking down into her own drink. Oddly enough, goat's ears hung out of the hood, and the Hunter could see a glint of fangs
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He didn't seem to mind. "Name's Finn, 'suming ya care. If ya want a drinkin' partner, let me know. Can get migh'y lonely sittin 'lone." Some may have found his tone almost flirty, though that was not his intentions. In truth he was simply bored at the moment and wanted someone to talk to.
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"Sure." she said, continuing to drink
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Sitting across from her, he took a drink from his beer. "So... Wha's yer name, stranger?"
