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Poppy was wracking her brain to try to remember what happened, but nothing important seemed to come to mind. Maybe it was because she didn’t witness anything important…or maybe it was some of the champagne and whiskey she’d consumed on the job. Fuck it. Fuck it all. “I don’t know what they’re doing,” she admitted, defeated for only a moment before she pointed a finger sternly at Alex. “If you can’t get to a party, bring the party to you. Everyone’s gonna go stir crazy staying in here thinking about where everyone else is. So, let’s light a fire under their asses and get them the fuck out of here.”
‘‘Hell, Poppy, do you want to start anarchy?’‘ he checked, beyond intrigued and entertained by the idea, though wary. He wanted chaos - especially if it was theirs to master - and the idea seemed shiny enough, but deep under his rebellious pose, Alexzander worried about the law and could admit to being scared of it under certain circumstances. ‘’Do you want to fight the remaining people or do you want to just scare them?’’ That was a big difference, one he could get behind.






