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Theta smiled seductively at Jeanette, who was all-too happy to return the look. The Blackwood head’s reply was equally as saucy and pumped full of innuendo as anything Jeanette would say. [color=ec008c]“Oh, difficult, huh? I do [i]sooo[/i] love a challenge. But, unfortunately, I must be off. Be sure to stop by, tell them I sent you, and you shouldn’t get any trouble, Duckling.”[/color] 

Jeanette downed the rest of her cherry-flavored sanguine beverage before hopping off of the bar stool. She strutted over to Anya and the hybrid. [color=ec008c]“Anya, you shouldn’t kick boys there, that is the most fun part they have.”[/color] She sent a suggestive wink the hybrid's way before rubbing her hand in the Anya’s hair. [color=ec008c]“Not that someone with a child’s body cares for that kind of fun, but still. Don’t ruin it for the rest of us.”[/color] Jeanette giggled at her own twisted humor and stood up a little straighter.

[color=ec008c]“Tata, lovelies. Try not to burn the place down, Therese is likely to pay bills like that with [i]my[/i] spending money.”[/color] Jeanette said with a pronounced pouty lip that quickly morphed into a smile before she waved and slipped out the front door.