[center][color=BDA0CB][h1]Ursula Dratch[/h1][/color][/center]
[center]༻🍂༺[/center]

[center]A smirk curled onto the young woman's darkly painted lips. Taking a long drawn out sip of her drink, she let out a very fake dreamy sigh, turning her head to look at the dancer. She knew this wasn't her kind of humor. She was too much of a goody-goody for her head to normally be anywhere near the gutter. [color=BDA0CB]"Oh April, wouldn't you just [i]love[/i] to know?"[/color] her eyebrows raised into a suggestive expression, before she laughed wildly at noting just how uncomfortable the girl looked.[/center]

[center]Suddenly through her own laughter, she heard Matina. [i][color=BDA0CB]Oh sweet innocent Matina... That's not quite what April meant...[/color][/i] Trying to hold back the last fits of laughter, Ursula wiped her eyes to keep the tears from escaping. She looked from Matina's face, to her hand, then back up at Matina. [color=BDA0CB]"And by buy, you mean steal, right?"[/color] Oh yeah, she was never gonna live that down.[/center]