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Taking another swig from the bottle, Warren travelled down the street and towards his building. It had been a long night and if he was honest; he’d lost a bit of control at that party. He probably shouldn’t have showed off so much but how could he turn down a game of strip poker when it was with such beautiful women. Curse his weakness. Spotting someone near the door he gave hem a quick smile. “Can you hold that for me? Normally I’d just fly up,” He said glancing up at the top of the building. Giant wings folding up slightly behind himself. “But you know what they say about drinking and flying.”
"Really? That's never stopped you before. Already trying to play the good boy I see." She teases, not really meaning anything malicious behind her words. Betsy enters the scene finally walking into Warrens line of sight before taking the drink from his hand. She takes a sip from it, curious what everyone was partying with tonight.
The bitter liquid warms her throat as it burns all the way down. She lets out a sigh and shakes her head. "Damn warren still going on the hard stuff huh?" She smirks and points back at the card game. "Whats up there? Unless your just trying to run from a game you know your ganna lose." In Betsy's eyes there was no reason to act bitterly or maliciously to Warren. While they did have a falling out it, it was mostly mutual. No point in crying over spilled milk.
