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𝐑𝐏𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 "Welcome to the drake's maw, what will be your order? Sir, if you ask for drake milk one more time, I'll kill you. . ." The last living pink drake, being an alchemist since immemorial times!

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Curled up on 𝐃𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐬' doorstep.

A cigarette would do wonders for her right now.

She had fallen into a light sleep by the time he found her and brought her in, the jostling of her body caused her to open her eyes. "... I can walk, you know."

"Thanks and no, I've got one." The escort fished out an old zippo from her jacket pocket and placed a cigarette between her lips.

She didn't answer at first, too busy lighting up to do so. Once lit, she took two long drags and exhaled her relief. "... Kiku. You work this area or you a local?"

"Peachy. Can't you tell?" She slumped to one side of his couch, cheek pressed hard against the armrest.

"So a local then. Don't usually get female locals on this street. Most who come through are men looking to get a few rocks off."

Glancing between him and the cup in his hand. "Does it have alcohol in it?"

"Don't try to police me, Deimos. I can hold my liquor better than anybody you know." She waved the tea off with a dismissive hand.

"Can you not yell?"

"A safe trip?" The excessive energy is going to take some getting used to. Especially with this one.

"The ride was... Nice, I guess. Driver didn't say much." For now, him and his exuberance were fine.

The shit she'd do for a cigarette and a bottle of gin.

That's better than nothing.