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[color=#BA68A6][b]Location:[/b]  The Casino, Bar[/color]
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Jesus.
H.
Christ.

Did there constantly need to be turmoil?  Bobbi growled as she hoisted herself over the bar to the other side of it.  She grabbed her drink and kept low as she watched the ruckus unfurl before her.  People were diving or being thrown or having things thrown at them.  Where was Gambit when you needed him?  There was an odd little piece of her that wanted to join the fray and fuck some people up.  And maybe get fucked up a little.  But there was another bit of her battling against it which called for self-preservation and using her brains.

A stool flew over the bar and she had to duck in order to not be hit in the head.  Her scowl renewed she took a nearly empty bottle of vodka, drained the couple shots that were left, and then threw it out into the crowd.  Retaliation, she couldn't sit idly by while her head was on the line.  And her booze.  She sipped the drink, slinking down along the side of the bar.  She came to the opening at the end and peered around.  She found Jack and some guy on the ground.  [color=BA68A6]"Oi, love birds.  Over here,"[/color]  She gestured toward them.  And then at the other pair of love birds - Casper and James.  [color=BA68A6]"I've got shielding and liquor."[/color]  Really, anyone was welcome to join her in her hidey-hole until people stopped attempting to make human origami.