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[livevvire]

@mxmonroe​

Clay rounded the corner, coffee in his hand as he quickly made his way back home. It was freezing outside, the wind biting at his cheeks and causing him to glance down as he tugged his denim jacket closer to his body with his free arm. He didn’t realize anyone was in front of him until his shoulder was colliding with theirs, and suddenly he snapped back into reality. Coffee slushed over the skin of his right hand, causing him to curse under his breath as he jerked back. “Shit, I’m so sorry, I --- Bambi?” His eyes zeroed in on the girl in front of him. He remembered flashes of the night of the masquerade, an all too quick reunion that only led to confusion for him the next day. He only remembered bits and pieces. But he’d definitely remembered her being back in town - kind of a hard detail to forget. His tone quickly turned deadpan. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” 

[wallstreetsnightmare]

At first he was questioning himself for being here, it was unnatural for a figure like him to enlighten a place like this with his presence. However, the need to make connections and to warm up to those who perceived him as a foreigner in this land was stronger than his need to stay away from this. Observation was one of his key skills and a way for him to truly understand if they enjoyed the life they were living. Was it his duty to warn the girl about the dangerous hiding in the dark? No, it seemed as if she should have known better. Yet, there was a duty he had to himself – to succeed and for that he needed acquaintances. “ Excuse me?” he said as he approached the woman, eyes fixed on hers. “ If I were, I would not be thinking about drinking from these plastic cups.  It seems as if there might be something more than liquor inside.” @mxmonroe