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[color=gray][h2]Kage[/h2][/color][/center]

Kage turned her head toward the loud man next to her. She was quiet for a long moment, looking him up and down with her grey eyes, while also still eating. She reconized him. He was Jack. A bit of a simpleton in her book. Not that she kept one. She knew his type. They came up all friendly, then stab you in the back.

She held up three fingers with her free hand, looking at his mugs of beer. It wasn’t clear if she was answering his first question or counting the kegs. Her eyes moved up to his face. She put another spoonful of soup in her mouth. Chew. Chew. Swallow. [color=gray]”Is an odd number. So is nineteen.”[/color] She looked away and shook her head. [color=gray]”Ninteen is less then twenty-one also odd I can’t.”[/color] She said all this in a very quiet, slightly apologetic voice. She picked up her glass of milk, and wondered why she didn’t order coffee. Oh right. The coffee here is disgusting. Not worth discussing. [color=gray]”This cuss thing.”[/color] She said aloud, taking a sip. Twenty words. Too many.

She wondered why he was here.