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*its a regular day for you. You make you're way across the afterlife towards the bar, you sit down next to a woman, she's wearing some old jacket leather jacket with what seems to be a red skull on the back, you notice how threatening her presence is, almost like you've sat next to a live bomb, you sit down and flag the bartender over, you order your drink and hear the woman pipe up* "I'll have what their having" *she says spinning in her seat to face you, her thick accent cutting into your ears. she looks you up and down with a predatory glance, eyeing you up, her eyes linger on the gun you've got tucked in you're waistband for a second before she looks back up at your eyes, her blue eyes stare directly into your soul, waiting for you to break the ice*
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