[color=662d91][h2][center]Jill Henderson[/center][/h2][/color]

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[color=662d91]"I shall be there in but a moment!"[/color] Jill exclaimed from her room - a usual declaration. Unlike usual, she kept to her word. After two minutes, the Normal Human emerged from her sanctum adorned in a shimmering navy dress. She positively [i]adored[/i] the way this garment's blue sheen helped to downplay the ominous violet glow that emanated from her bones at all times. But the gleam of Jill's attire failed to brighten the grumpy look on her face this evening.

[color=662d91]"Now remember, boys,"[/color] Jill began in a much duller, snarkier tone than the morning's cheer. [color=662d91]"I am not searching for some 'man of my dreams' to 'complete me.' I accompany you merely for the complimentary beverage. The only man I must meet today is Captain Morgan."[/color]

In truth, Jill could not ingest her drink, and could not get drunk from non-magical alcohol. But nobody needed to know that. She wished to use apparent drunkenness as an excuse to moan ceaselessly about another disastrous job interview to anyone unfortunate enough to be assigned as her speed date.

The not-a-lich took one more look in the mirror and slightly rotated one of her glass eyes.

[color=662d91]"Well, it's a quarter past seven. I [i]suppose[/i] we should be going, unless we wish to be fashionably late."[/color]

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