Keziah strolled onto the scene with a bottle of wine in hand. Everyone seemed to be having a great time with all the game play, dancing, eating and drinking, but she didn't know where to start. She wasn't exactly the easiest person to make friends with, and despite that fact, she knew had to change that sometime if she wanted to make New Orleans an actual home instead of just another stepping stone.
She deeply inhaled, then released an annoyed huff and took a drink straight from the bottle. "I should have brought the whiskey", she muttered to herself. "This is not going to be enough".
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Her eyes landed on the dark haired man that abruptly began speaking to her, causing a brow to arch in curiosity. Was everyone is this town so damn attractive? A small smirk formed on her lips, “That sounds like music to my ears”, Keziah took another swig from her bottle.
“If you could point me in the direction of the nearest location where I could find the harder stuff, I’ll owe you one”. She generally didn’t like owing people things, figuratively or otherwise, but he seemed like a good ol’ boy, so why not throw a line and, maybe, make a friend.{ @alphakenner }
