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[centre][b]~Anton~[/b][/centre]

Anton watched Ryan walk away with hungry eyes and made herself comfy on her chair. She should really come here regularly - force Ryan into working weeks, perhaps? Anton didn't really know how she felt about Ryan. His eyes are so dreamy... She was awoken by a rapid voice in her ear.
[colour=AEBB51]"You are done drinking."[/colour]
[colour=FC1501]"Fuck off Carlson. I can drink as much as I intend to. Which, like all of the rest of my private life, is none of your business."[/colour]
Anton watched Thomas being tended to by, literally, everyone. She took this as an opportunity to get away from Carlson, and lifting herself over the bar, went into the cooler room where she found Ryan.
[colour=FC1501]"Hey, Ryan? I've waited long enough, where do you store my Vodka?"[/colour]
She began rooting through cupboards without waiting for an answer. 'Fuckin' Ryan,' she thought.