[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Diamond District
[b]Skills:[/b]N/A
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If there was such a thing as hyper-awareness of one's entire body, Mali was close to experiencing it right now. The way she moved her legs as she walked, the way her hair bobbed slightly in the periphery of her vision, even how often she was blinking and for how long were being tracked in her head to hold together that image of beautiful confidence and victory worn naturally by Venus. Of special note was her breathing. Before anything else, she was making sure to maintain a steady rhythm to maintain stability. 3 beats in, 1 beat pause, 5 beats out. She was thinking so much of how she was carrying herself that it was hard to keep track of the everything else going on around her.

[color=D5FF00]"It's not that surprising for the rich and famous to have disappointing children,"[/color] Mali interjected, catching onto the conversation, but missing Relic pointing out who exactly they were talking about. [color=D5FF00]"Like Jackie Chan's son. Or Stalin's kid. Or Jaden Smith."[/color] Stalin was quite the eclectic pick for that crop of examples, but he just sprang to mind as she was speaking. Maybe it was the fact the level of utter disdain he had stuck in her mind.

[color=D5FF00]"I'd love to grab a drink. Think they'll have decent cocktails?"[/color] Despite how much she was trying to think about everything at once, Mali couldn't stop her conscience from piping up, telling her that she better not overdo it on the alcohol. She might be on a break, but that wasn't an excuse to throw her hard work down the drain. You're already worried about fucking up, there was no way in Hell that adding alcohol to the mix wouldn't be more liable for her to fuck up, etc, etc. 

All of these things were true, or at least true to her, Mali also really could use a drink right then. It'd been some months since she'd last allowed herself any booze, and if she didn't loosen up at least a bit, she was pretty sure her anus would end up compressing into a black hole, consuming not only herself, but everyone at the party and a significant portion of the Milky Way Galaxy. Punching a hole in the fabric of reality was not how she wanted to spend her evening, thank you very much.