[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Diamond District
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[color=D5FF00]"Trust me, I know how that is."[/color] Even before bulking up, Mali had a long history of dealing with the very creative names people could come up with when trying to be cute or even malicious towards others. Traumatic childhood bullying aside, she didn't really have experience with nicknames meant to abbreviate. One of the benefits of having a four letter, two syllable name. There really wasn't an effective way to go shorter without making it confusing. Ma sounded like she's somebody's mother. Li just comes off as Lee, a guy's name and the Chinese version of Jose. Mal could maybe work if it didn't literally mean bad and wrong.

[color=D5FF00]"I'm going to a high-class party tonight with my date. It'll be my first time meeting a lot of people, and I want to look as good as possible. Really wow everyone there, if possible."[/color] Mali said as she sat in the other chair, the Ghost of Dentist's Past creeping into her psyche from the childhood trauma corner of her mind as she settled in. 

She still wasn't sure what Zoie's real goal was for this party, but regardless, she wanted to leave a good impression on everyone there. Unbidden, her imagination drew up images of her flawlessly socializing with the other party-goers, her beauty dazzling a cute trophy wife, which draws jealous glares from Zoie. Around midnight after a few drinks she gets pulled aside to the balcony by the prostitute and after a brief, terse argument allegedly about Juno, they lock together in a passionate kiss, her lips tasting of lipstick and wine as her tongue-

Wait, what was she talking about again? Oh yeah, skin care or something.