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[color=00a651]"Little Red"[/color], he'd called her. [color=6ecff6] 'Damn ye, Rowan... Why'd ye have te put ah spotlight on meh?'[/color] Just as she checked her watch, wondering when the alcohol would get here, two men hauling dollies with boxes full of her order came through the door. Breathing out a sigh of relief and handed them her card to run it, picking up a bottle of Tequila and chugging enough to get her night started and picked up a smirnoff ice to sip, never putting down her bottle of tequila. She may as well put a nipple on it and nurse on it all night. Lord knew she'd need it. Roxy never drank anymore, which was a good thing, because the tequila hit her almost as soon as it hit her stomach, even with the pizza. Holding her drinks, she made her way to the area where she assumed the games were getting going. 

[color=6ecff6]"Oy, howya? Tha extra drinks are hear. Goo get em an les git thus on. If Ah'm beein dragged inta thus, we're goinna do et. 
 How boot neaver 'ave Ah eaver? [/color]