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Pændemonium was a frequent haunt for the cambion, moreso now that she had more on her plate than she ever thought she would. She needed a drink, deafening noise, company for the evening that she could simply forget when the night was done. So much of her time was spent on honing her abilities, it was hard to remember to just....live. The club was certainly busy tonight, and growing weary with the dance floor, she made her way to the bar, already a little tipsy as it was when she noticed him. She blamed it on the alcohol that she didn’t detect him before. Powerful, perhaps even more so than that uptight archangel.
“Whoa. You’re something...interesting, aren’t you?”









