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

 Olin could only think of all the other times she'd heard variations of that phrase. There were few nights in between when she went without it, often when she wasn't looking for something, or someone. Normally she'd give a small chuckle, before rendering out a charmed, 'You think it's [i]that[/i] easy?' but it wasn't that night. She had absolutely no problems with doing the same, regardless if the woman bought her a drink or not. Many did. And the same 'many' got no special treatment, and kicked out of her apartment if they'd even been lucky the next morning. But she felt like doing something different for once. Plus, if Snow White could actually piece together memories the next morning, in between the hangover blur, surely she wouldn't remember her... Right?

 [color=0054a6]"I think of Sol as a ruined event,"[/color] She smirked a bit, before putting her full gaze on the woman. It seemed odd to explain such circumstances without a drink in her hand or distance in her skull. Sobriety was a pain. Though, how the night was going, she was glad she wasn't off anything. Due to the Wonderous Trio she probably would've had a rather unpleasant trip. [color=0054a6]"But, if I'm being honest... I was hoping to meet a few new people. Primarily, someone [i]fun[/i]."[/color]

 A hundred meanings could've easily attached themselves to her last words. She didn't allow Snow White the opportunity to pick one, [color=0054a6]"You know, the usual. Games someone like you probably wouldn't want to get involved in."[/color]

 She made sure to look down at the few business cards scattered at her feet. Not to mention, 'Lady de Winter' herself appeared relatively porcelain to everything around her. Someone like her, without a doubt, had probably never engaged in even half of the behaviors Olin had. That was just how life worked. Yet those seemed to be the most adventurous, not the underground-souls. Maybe once you drifted throughout every greasy tunnel, there was no other options than to scale back, to find yourself out of the sewer pipes and hidden corridors. That was just how life worked. The Swede knew, better than anyone, that at sometime her life of pursuits would end, and then her last step would be towards the Heart of Suburbia. At that point she'd be about ready to gauge her fucking eyes out.

 Luckily, she was still young. Brighter hope and brighter futures. 

 The English woman spoke again, inviting another strange face over. Once again her attention went elsewhere. A man, that reminded her the slightest of her Father, bounded towards them. She couldn't help but to remember how hurt she felt, as a child, when learning that no matter how big you got the Earth wouldn't shake from your footsteps. The pain of that betrayal seemingly became fresh in her memory, as she tried her best to bury it. She frowned the slightest before turning back around.

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