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"Wine, wine, Xan needs more wine." Xan sang softly to herself, as she danced through the halls of the auditorium, looking for more booze. She hated business meetings. God, they were a bore. All they consisted of were old people talking about money, along with a whole lot of kissing her ass. Luckily, at these meetings, alcohol was permitted. But not a lot.
So, once the chance was given, Xan escaped and began to wander, "Where the hell do they keep the alcohol in this place...?" She grumbled. Coming up empty handed, she decided to leave and head across the street to the gas station. She made her way outside, and over to the stoplight, "God, my head..." She groaned. As she waited for the pedestrian light to turn on, she leaned against what she thought was a light pole.
She looked up, and noticed that the pole had a couple of eyes. She immediately gasped, jumped away, and fell on her ass, "I'm so sorry, I-"
