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[right]Interactions: Sloane [@Atrophy]
[code]The Halloween Festival[/code][/right][hr]
Anya almost couldn’t hold Sloane’s gaze. There was an unconditional love there that brought back that irritating little feeling of ugly guilt. It was overwhelming. She knew that Sloane admired her and viewed her as a close friend, but this open, intense affection went beyond that. It was difficult for her to process how she felt about it. There was a certain sense of security. Sloane was unlikely to doubt her, and their friendship would be safe unless Anya betrayed her… something she didn’t plan to do unless there were extreme circumstances pushing her to it. But there was also that guilt - a tiny, niggling guilt in the back of her mind.

But what was there to feel guilty about? She cared about Sloane as much as she was capable of caring about anyone. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t feel it as strongly as other people would. 

She was still glad when Sloane’s eyes closed briefly. 

[color=9966CC]”Then we won’t talk about it.”[/color] Anya reached around with the arm Sloane wasn’t holding onto to awkwardly pat her shoulder. It was supposed to be comforting, but Anya didn’t really know how to do that. Having Sloane holding her hand and resting her head on her shoulder was already a lot, which Anya normally wouldn’t tolerate. But she was feeling quite cheerful, and drunk Sloane was… quite cute. Again, a strange thought.

Another drink sounded good. She'd mostly sobered up while talking to Ezra - well, moved from near drunk to tipsy. Enough that the alcohol wasn't affecting her head, which was how she generally preferred it. But with her business so to get a major investment and Sloane already so drunk, what was the harm in letting loose a little? It was just the two of them now, anyway. The risk of her slipping up and saying something that would ruin everything was very, very slim. 

[color=9966CC]”A drink it is then, I was hoping to get another one, but-”[/color] she narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the [i]actually[/i] drunk Sloane. [color=9966CC]”I’m not drunk at all, [i]you’re[/i] drunk. I’m perfectly sober-”[/color] Was there any pointing in arguing about this? [color=9966CC]”Your painting?”[/color] 

Anya glanced over at the painting Sloane had drawn her attention to with strange arm shakes. A completely blank canvas. She highly doubted it, or whatever had been on it, was actually drawn for Sloane. But if she thought so, who was Anya to argue? [color=9966CC]”Jasper did? That really doesn't surprise me, you're correct, he is obsessed. After all, you’ve featured in his dreams quite a few times.”[/color] 

It wasn’t technically a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth. Sloane had been in his dreams, but only when he was dreaming of the coven itself. It was never just about Sloane.

Anya gently removed Sloane’s hand from her arm, moving around her and bending down to pick up the blank canvas. She then stepped back to Sloane’s side, wrapping her free arm around Sloane’s shoulders - because she probably wouldn’t be able to walk without support with the way she’d barely gotten to her feet. [color=9966CC]”Let’s go. They were putting up parasols at the bar just past this tent, so we can get a drink there and be protected from the rain…”[/color] 

Slowly, Anya led and supported Sloane out of their hiding spot and back into the main festival area. She went straight for the popup bar, pausing for a moment when she spotted some… familiar figures. Meifeng, her second in command, Bianca, and a few power rangers. The PRA. Thankfully, she didn’t spot the one PRA agent she wanted to avoid for the rest of her life. She wasn’t in the mood to talk with them, not when she’d made up her mind to enjoy the rest of the night without thinking about more business. That business wasn’t so important to [i]her[/i] personally anyway. So, she would just ignore them. 

She took Sloane to a table a few away from the PRA group, as the area was sadly too small to get out of their sight. She made sure Sloane was seated, with the blank canvas placed on the seat beside her, before going up to the bar and getting them both drinks. An old fashioned for Sloane, and a long island iced tea for herself. Thankfully with the rain there were less people willing to stand in the line, so she got them relatively quickly.

[color=9966CC]”Another old fashioned for you,”[/color] Anya smiled, sitting opposite Sloane and sliding the drink over to her. She then raised her glass towards Sloane. [color=9966CC]”To us. Let’s enjoy the rest of our night. No thoughts about the boys, or anyone else. Though…”[/color] her smile turned just the slightest bit playful. [color=9966CC]”I have seen some rather interesting dreams recently, and haven’t been able to talk to you about them yet. I think you'll find them very entertaining.”[/color] 
[hr][center][color=fa912b][h1]Bianca Manalo[/h1][/color]  [img]https://i.imgur.com/M9y8V0W.png[/img][/center]
 [right]Interactions: Trevor [@Punished GN]
[code]Cracker Island Cracker Bar[/code][/right][hr]
[color=fa912b]”I’ll catch you another time!”[/color] Bianca waved to Lynn as she and the rest of the coven left, with a brief appearance from Ken. She shrugged and went back to her drink. It had been nice to catch up with them for a little while, at least. She wasn’t sure what Lynn had been talking about with respect to Emily, and she wasn’t planning to jump up and find out. If Meifeng wanted to, sure, but otherwise? She’d keep her ass sitting right here.

Then, two more familiar faces appeared. Bianca raised an eyebrow as Anya and Sloane came out from behind a tent flap. 

[color=fa912b]”Hey, Trevor!”[/color] She hopped up and moved over to Trevor, nudging him with a devilish grin and pointing over to where Anya and Sloane were sitting a few tables away. She didn’t speak loud enough that [i]they’d[/i] hear her, but the rest of the PRA group would. [color=fa912b]”Isn’t that the girl you went on a date with last week? You should go talk to her!”[/color]

Of course, Bianca knew her name, and knew very well who she was with. While Bianca would say she was neutral towards Sloane nowadays, she’d always disliked Anya. So what was the harm in making her night a little more… unbearable.