[center][h2][color=f7941d]Martha[/color] & [color=6ecff6]Annie[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][h2]  Shelter at last. II[/h2][/center]
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[color=6ecff6]Annie was the first to respond, with just as much glee as always. " 'Course ya can! I mean, it's a bar. You needa be social at least sometimes. " At this last part, a glare was shot towards the woman beside her, a joking one, of course. Martha was never the most social of creatures, which is what annie was trying to fix. One step at a time. [/color]

[color=f7941d]" N- " Before Martha had even gotten a word out, her daughter had fired out the mouth, practically greeting the stranger with open arms. Seriously? Just like that? Her lips would purse into a slight frown, head tilting to the side so she could get a better look at the stranger. Pretty.. Clean.. No wonder Annie wanted her over. " Alright, alright. None of that.. Bowin' bullshit. " [color=6ecff6]" Mama! Language. "[/color] " Sorry.. No need to bow. Names Martha Dunn, this here's Annie. "[/color]

[color=6ecff6]" Annie Thompson, at your service. " With a giggle, the young girl returned the bow, hairs of ebony falling over her freckles face. She would then sit up, gesturing towards a stool beside the pair. " Sit, sit! "[/color]