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[indent][color=darkgray]The good thing about alcohol is that it did a good job at disguising Tess' flustered blush. She had noticed that her hands had nearly grazed those of a young woman in a denim jacket, something that seemed a bit more up her alley than the formal clothes she had chosen. A leather-clad blonde strolled up to the bar and began combining various liquors with a precision that made her head spin. Was Tess supposed to be combining beverages? Was she doing this wrong? Is that why the woman next to her seemed put off by the bottle of vodka she had touched?

To another side of her, lining up a series of shots, was a stunning woman wearing what felt like nothing at all. Traces of burning vodka clung to her throat as Tess' eyes briefly flicked over Blair's figure. She spluttered a brief cough, snapping her eyes shut as the burn rose up into her nostrils. Sweat beaded on the nape of her neck, a display of both the pleasant weather and her growing discomfort. She was hoping for more warriors, but was instead caught up in some kind of feast or ceremony she was ill-prepared for.

Tess was in way over her head. 

She had hoped for combat, or for an expansion of her training. Most of those present seemed far more suited to a type of wrestling she was entirely unprepared for. As the coughing subsided, Tess fetched the bottle of vodka again, pouring herself another shot. If she was lucky, her chosen poison would subdue her quick to get her out of this pleasant nightmare. But she felt no other strange signs of disorientation yet: it was just vodka after all.

More and more people crowded near her, reaching for the shots Blair had prepared. Feeling a bit closed in, Tess opted to slowly back out of the crowd and made her way toward the other end of the bar. Her eyes settled on the blonde stranger again, who was settling in with her drink. Despite the dry feeling in her mouth, Tess figured it was best to brave [i]some[/i] socializing. You had better odds surviving if you had friends at your side, after all.

Tess approached Roxxy, still gripping tight her empty cup in one hand. Her other hand rested upon an adjacent stool, already beginning to pull it back. [color=d18f75]"It's warm tonight."[/color] Despite it clearly being a sentence, the slightly raised pitch at the end made it sound almost like a question. Tess sat and faced the same direction as Roxxy, her eyes shifting over towards the rest of the folks at the bar. She set down the empty cup on the table and wiped a bit of sweat off her neck with her sleeve.

Why was she sweating so much?
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