[center][h2][color=0054a6]Olin Ingersson Holmström[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][h3]Monday Evening, Swan Songs[/h3][/center]

 Out of the corner of the eye she could briefly see the woman catch a few glances of her. Her whole demeanor oozed hesitation, but it didn't exactly seem to be towards the teen. Her comment on whiskey made her smirk the slightest. Olin wasn't exactly invincible to alcohol herself. But the thought of her being that much of a lightweight seemed almost like a joke. 

 "Oh, this?" She held up her then empty glass, the smirk turning into more of a charming smile. "[color=0054a6]Weak. I'll probably end up in the [/color][color=7ea7d8]'501[/color] [color=0054a6]later on, if I'm lucky.[/color]"

 Maybe the 'weak' part was an exaggeration. But nothing was the best closing to a night of such peaceful, wonderful music, than being in a bar full of ruffians. That was her type of party. Not cashmere ties and slim dresses. Though both made quite the sight, she could find equally as attractive figures elsewhere. With fewer clothes and hotter pursuits, as well. Before she could think of much else to say another guest walked up to the growing assemble.

 She was a small, graceful woman, that would've looked much younger than even Olin if she lacked the maturity of her frame. Her hair was literally as white as snow to match her equally as fair skin. It caused quite some confusion in her mind. Because 1) She didn't seem like the type to drink, and 2.) As soon as that thought popped into her mind, outspilled an unmistakable English accent that [i]asked[/i] without any type of hesitation for a double. A double. Of whiskey, that is. [color=0054a6]"Goddamn..."[/color] Slipped out of her mouth carelessly. Especially once she saw the woman take out her bills to pa and exposing what looked to be a chunk of change.

 Before she could pull herself together the accent spilled into her ears a few more times. It took quite a while for it to register in the mind that the woman was offering free liquor, and that the woman had let her name slip. Victoria Darya. Cute. Almost tempting, in fact, but alcohol took top priority. Although she hadn't been in her mothercountry for a long, long time, she still felt like she'd be the worst Swede in history if she refused the offer. The only Swedish person to reject a free drink was a crazy one, and no-one wanted to be around any type of crazed Nord. She still couldn't help but to quirk a brow. In fact, the stranger seemed spark some... Competitiveness in her. No way was she going to let a total Snow White out-do her. No matter how much her eyes seemed to drift. [color=0054a6]"Another shot for me... Actually, make it a double." [/color]

 She also felt the need to look into one of Victoria's previous questions. Without a doubt there seemed to be some more shady characters scoping out the shop, their gaze missing no inch. She had a rather short staring contest with one which ended with them looking away to without a doubt attempt to intimidate someone else. Goons? Could they have been... [color=0054a6]"Saw a few of them out front. Totally cramping the experience. If this is all for some 'star' he better be the reincarnation of Jimi Hendrix."[/color]

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