[center] [h2][color=007236]Evalyn LiCaster[/color][/h2]

[color=399549]" Of course you may, thank you." [/color] 
  Her response was little needed as she watched the liquid swirl from the bottle into her glass. Yet she did feel compelled to say something to the man now serving her a drink. She, as her glass now filled nicely, observed the man who had come to her service. [@Dark Light] He seemed far to elegantly dressed to work in such a bar. More fitted to her status than any of the other patrons or even as she assumed by the man sweeping the flower, workers. He would have much of a higher status himself than the others, someone who would listen to her offer more than those who just drank the liquid and caused havoc. 

Her soft curls moved aside as she smelt the liquid in her glass, now lightly grasped in her hand. Such an ending smile formed on her face at the fragrance of it. Good alcohol shouldn’t smell like it was just freshly made to be good, as the smell was as much of a part of the flavor as it’s bitterness. 

[color=399549]" I Do not believe we have made acquaintance yet. Evalyn of the LiCaster Family, and you?" [/color] 

She’d sip the liquid that she kept swirling in her glass, even the slightest swirl of the liquid was to draw eyes. She paid her attention to only the well-dressed man barely noting the newest person to join them.
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