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Molly softly smiled as Sin took the offered ice cream and began to enjoy it. Molly then took a seat among the girls and began to lick at her own ice cream as she silently listened to the others. Her fear was slowly dissipating from her. She found a sense of safety around the girls. It was odd, despite all the bitchy remarks and what have you... This was the closest thing to family Molly has ever known.

After a while things began to die down and everyone was heading home. Molly went and discarded the paper from her finished ice cream cone and headed for her truck. She pulled the door open and hopped in. She took a relaxing sigh of relief, now that the repercussions of the Mark of Dread were gone from her system.

[b][u]~~The Next Day    [/u][/b]

Molly arrived shortly to the Lucky Strike Casino shortly before the meeting was to officially begin. She had thrown on some random clothes from her suitcases she has still yet to unpack. Her [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/65/83/736583a5c18935641074dfefda778410.jpg]outfit[/url] was a bit more [i]'daring'[/i] from what she usually wore. Molly usually wore more casual, low maintenance clothes; often hiding her body under sleeves and pant legs. But today she wore something that revealed more skin than usual. And once she entered the Casino she didn't awkward walk along the outer border of the room to find a spot all lone. Today she walked up and sat at the pseudo-round table with the majority of other girls.

As she sat there a small smile remained on her unpainted lips, the cut and bruising from the other day noticeably diminished. She listened quietly to the talking of the group. Her attention perking at the mention of The Hound; though she still remained quiet. Only until Herik began to speak of the dangers of seeking out the hound, Molly lightly chuckling to herself.

[color=598527]"It'd probably be easier if we simply find someone dying...."[/color] Her voice trailed, as if thinking on how to explain. [color=598527]"The hound is the courier for the dead to pass on, right? Why not simply locate someone on their death bed. Eventually The Hound would show up to do his job. Though, no guarantee's he'd be willing to talk to any of us."[/color] She softly chuckled to herself once more.