[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Club Afterdark
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	[color=D5FF00]"Yeah, some."[/color] Mali replied, closing her fist once more. Man she wish she had pockets right now. Yeah, she could just stuff it in her bra, but the card she had already stuck in there had been poking into her chest the whole night. She wasn't keen to add a hard ball to that party, even if it was priceless and potentially the key to everything moving forward. No, she'd only stash it away like that when she needed to, like when they had to leave this bar. 

	[color=D5FF00]"Wish I could've had some more, but what're ya gonna do?"[/color] Mali felt like she should say more to Zoie. After all, who knew when the next chance they'd get to talk with some amount of privacy would arise? But were they really alone? After all Trisha could be listening in right then. Or Relic could be pretending to be asleep. Or the walls might be rather thin, so even if people weren't trying to listen in on their conversation, everything would be broadcast to anyone there. Or perhaps she was just coming up with excuses to avoid potentially saying something bad.

	Luckily for her desire to do nothing on this particular front, Trisha decided to enter the room right about then, interrupting her internal conversation and in a way, proving her kind of right. Well less a conversation and more sitting in a pool of her own doubts and watching them swirl around her. But what if she [i]had[/i] said something very private, thinking that she was secure in this room, and the bar owner had happened to come in to hear it? She'd probably have to just die of embarrassment.

	Mali half got out of her seat to grab the phone with her free hand and hand it off to Zoie like a relay. It was faster this way. As she passed it off, she couldn't help but wonder who it could possibly be. Her first thought was the FBI agent, Tinder. But what if this was actually bad news. Like Zoie's new boss (or even worse, Zatara's boss) calling in to ask where she was, and why she didn't talk to the cops last night. Or something even worse. She really hoped that it wasn't even worse.