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“Oh, I agree. Bad things happen in places like this.” Lilian had a shiver for a moment, and subtly tightened her arm around the other. She took another glance around before they reached the bar. “A margarita sounds great, actually.”
Lucia nodded and smiled reassuringly at her companion. She then turned to the bar, beckoning a bartender. “Dos margaritas, por favor,” she ordered in a silky voice, giving him a flirtatious grin for added measure. He stood there somewhat entranced before snapping out of it and moving on to get the two drinks for them.















