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Post by Sibylla DuBois on Dec 3, 2006 16:00:35 GMT -5
Sibylla walked in opening the door slightly. Her green eyes scan the crowd. There were so many drunk men in there it amazed her for she had never seen such a sight, "Mon Dieu!" She exclaims almost tripping over a man lying in the floor. Another walked over to her breathing heavily, the stench of god knows what on his breath, " 'Ello you pretty little thing. Want to spend some time with a real man?" He asks as her hand goes to her trusty word," Would you like to taste cold steel?" She said softly with her French accented voice. He moved out of her way tumbling onto the floor. She made her way over to the bar and pushed a man who was passed out on the table so she could sit down. She tucks her hair behind her ear and politely leans over,"Excuse Moi... Monsieur?"
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