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Sparkling blue eyes narrowed in quiet amusement at the response. A dark brow quirked upwards on her forehead. “How do you not think you’re a pickpocket?” Geneva wondered aloud, unsure if the jest in her tone was lost in the loudness of the music around them. Meaning that, usually, you knew whether you were or were not. There wasn’t much of a gray area. “Well,” She chuckled before soldiering on. Nevermind, it’s good that you know that you aren’t. And being a clutz doesn’t sound like much fun.” Geneva finished with an easy smile.
She watched as the woman side stepped and moved to the bar to order a drink. Curious, the hybrid followed. It wasn’t as if the location was too far and that she could not use one herself. She joined besides her, ordering her own drink, an infused one listed on the hybrid and vampire menu, before turning her attention back on the nameless woman. “So, you aren’t a pickpocket but a clutz. I’m Geneva.” She held out a hand towards her. “What’s your name?”
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Clarae was thankful for the woman’s easy teasing, she was worried she’d pissed the stranger off. She noticed her follow her over to the bar and took note of the drink she ordered. Looking her over, she found herself feeling nervous. Was she a vampire? She hadn’t been around many, always keeping her distance as her mother had warned her - not my mother, she reminded herself, and found a new anger rushing through her. She aggressively yanked the heap of curls on her head into a ponytail and ordered two shots. She downed them both in succession before answering the woman now standing next to her. Taking her outstretched hand - daring and hoping her to be a vampire to spite her mother’s spirit - she introduced herself.
“Clarae,” she called over the music. “You can call me Rae.” Flagging down the person behind the bar she leaned toward the woman. “Shots?” She was ready to fully let go and let the night and the alcohol take control.
