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Chelsea laughed genuinely. "Yeah, swankier's just about right." She did pride herself in always choosing the right words. The benefits of being a well-read journalist, she supposed. "So, what charms have you found here so far?" she asked Myra. "Any new ones, or any you might recognize?" She was truly curious to know what life was like for someone like her interloper. Besides, she was looking forward getting a better feel of what Mra was like, beyond the cool mysterious façade she put on. As far as she woud let her Chelsea get a peek, of course.
Once the drink was set in front of her, Chelsea took a generous gulp, eyes firmly fixed on Myra, silently assessing just which questions the elegant woman would be more likely to answer truthfully.
"To trying everything once," she nodded, and raised her glass. "Chin-chin."
Myra considered her question carefully, wondering just how she ought to play this out. Chelsea was clearly extroverted, strong willed, enjoyed a strong drink... Perhaps flattery was her best way in. "Well, there is one rather charming redhead here. In fact, you may even know her." She raised her glass silently, grimacing as the wine touched her lips. It was hardly up to code but needs must. Myra set the glass down, turning her full attention back to Chelsea.
"Truthfully, I'm more or less like a fish out of water here. I do enjoy the music, that much I'm willing to admit, but the decor does leave something to be desired. Are you more comfortable here than somewhere more... upscale?" Myra moved to pick her glass back up before thinking better for it. "Or can you adapt to any situation?"













