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[indent][indent][color=darkgray]So far, Savannah's stint at this shindig had been rather dull by her standards. There hadn't been any brawls or cat fights. No one had offered her anything harder than a joint. It wasn't much, at least for her liking. Sure, she had been able to successfully intimidate a couple of boys who clearly thought they had a shot with her before learning otherwise. But she could do that anytime she pleased.

Still, it seemed like business was picking up. While making her way towards the drink table, she could easily spot one of her usual clients in the middle of something. Or at least, she could spot what she assumed was her boyfriend next to her. Melissa had gotten into something with what looked like a couple of rich kids. Savannah could get behind that kind of action. Or get some action going on the side.

With a hushed tone as to not attract the attention of the combatants, she started asking around, her Texan drawl slowed to try and entice some trusting fools to take her up on her offer. [color=FF4DE1]"All right, who wants in on this? I've got Melissa and her boy as the 2-1 favorites, but if there's some kind of martial arts training with the rich kids I don't know about, it's someone's chance to pick up some money here! Who wants in?"[/color] Not forgetting the reason she got close enough to this action, she more loudly turned to the crowd by the drinks table. [color=FF4DE1]"One of you dolls want to find me a bottle of whiskey and hand it over? Can't watch something like this go down without some beverages."[/color][/color][/indent][/indent]