Hybrid!
This
Female
is Hetero
26 years old
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Jul 7, 2016 22:30:13 GMT -5
It had been a few days since the incident with the demonic little hell-spawn and while some had decided to return early to avoid drawing as much attention by moving as a such a large group, a few of the mafia members had lingered behind to keep an eye on Winter. No one would admit that they were worried, but it was obvious that her wounds went deeper than her arm and leg, which would heal with time. Instead, it was her ego that they were worried about as she'd barely said more than a few words since the fight, going almost melancholy as she rarely ventured far from the couch or the bed, and the skeleton hadn't been much better, so they decided to take matters into their own hands. After finding the first bar that they could, which went by the name of Grillby's, the Irish lot had decided to drag the lazy pair with them to get some drinks. "You guys really don't have to do this." Winter informed them for what was probably the hundred time since they had left the office, only to be brushed off as they parked the car and proceeded to carry them out. Well, drag in Winter's case, as she refused to be picked up again now that her arm was in a proper sling and was still fiery enough to make threats about what she'd do to the next person that tried. She already felt weak, she didn't need them making it worse. As the door swung open, they were immediately greeted with the warm atmosphere of the bar... a little to warm for Winter's liking, but she didn't want to say anything. They were doing this to make her feel better, after all, they meant well, even if their ability to make someone talk about their problems included the local pub. As a result, Winter went quiet once more as she settled back in her seat near Sans, who probably wasn't anymore pleased with being here than she was. Maybe she should apologize to him, but she couldn't quite find the right opportunity over the past few days and now didn't seem like a good one eight as the men pulled their chairs into a circle around the table and waited for either the waiter or someone to start talking. MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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