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After signaling Wulfric, Zarai raised her glass to her lips again, hoping to savor her last sip of the fancy champagne when it was abruptly ripped out of her hand. Her heart sank as she flinched, turning her head to the side to see that it was not Lord Monet trying to come back for a round two.

[color=lightgray]“Hey stranger, wanna help a friend?”[/color]

She swallowed down her initial fear and equal anger as she recognized that voice almost immediately. What the hells was he doing here?

[color=lightgray]“Need you to keep that lady in blue off my back. Think you can handle that?”[/color]

And what the hells had he gotten into this time?

A part of her wished he hadn’t recognized her. Zarai felt like she was hanging on by a thread, a very tiny hair-like thread. But fuck it. Peter was in need of help and Zarai was indeed a distraction, and that distraction was about to be a very good-looking woman.

[color=93a477]“I got you,”[/color] She whispered back.

Zarai sauntered through the bustling nobles who either gathered to compete or to watch the spectacle forming before them. Immediately, she pulled one of the servants who had stopped by to watch the commotion, she requested a large bottle of strong liquor. The man nodded eagerly and rushed off to fetch something while she smiled up at the woman. 

[color=93a477]“Hi there, pretty!”[/color] She approached with a sway in her hips,[color=93a477]“You look like you can handle your liquor.”[/color]  she purred as she hooked her arms with the woman, pressing her chest against her elbow ever so lightly. [color=93a477]"Care to join me for a little game?"[/color]

She then turned to the forming group, her smile widening. [color=93a477]"Anyone else up for it?"[/color] Her challenge was met with nods and curious glances from the gathering crowd.Shortly after, the servant returned with glasses and a bottle of crystal-clear liquor. Zarai thanked him and began to hand out the glasses, making sure Blue was the first to receive hers.





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