[right][h2][color=999999]Lost in Translation[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@Stanifly][/right]
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It's easy for Morgan to notice how Sliver Blade has been staring at her drink. She keeps darting her eyes away to the glass. He stares at it too, but frankly? Just looks like a normal drink, not special enough to warrant a glance, let alone the staring contest Sliver Blade was having with it. He looks back at her just as she begins speaking.

[quote][color=999999][b]‘There’s no need to look around,’[/b] said Teresa. The waitress’ words lingered. She rose from her seat, gripped the hilt of her sword. [b]‘If the waitress is right, then we’ll find what we need to find. And I intend to stop the music, through whatever means necessary.’[/b][/color][/quote]
She begins to walk toward the speakers, Morgan leaps off his chair and follows. He has to walk faster than he'd like to keep up with her, but it beats sitting alone.

[color=brown]"Right, well, count me in."[/color] Morgan finally catches up to her. [color=brown]"And maybe put the sword away 'til you reach the speakers. Don't wanna hit nobody on accident."[/color]

Actually, what [i]would[/i] happen if one of the partygoers were injured? Would they just die? Would their deaths affect Westbound in any way? Better safe than sorry, but damn if he wasn't curious. He takes a quick look around--she was avoiding the crowd, but there was no telling if a stray person or two could appear.

[color=brown]"'n pardon my language, but what's gotten into you? Somethin' troublin' you?"[/color]