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Amy smirked as the imaginary glass was raised with a cheer. She lifted up her bottle, noting the bitter look as she took a sip. Starting to feel buzzed she grabbed a bowl, pouring some alcohol in it. For the kitty cat. Don't want him left out. Her words were less elegant than they should have been, and Amy frowned slightly, eyes furrowed as she tried to figure out why that sentence sounded so wrong in her mind. Eventually the tipsy lady gave up, shrugging her shoulders and turning to face Levent.
Her eyes flickered over to where her mark was. It was covered, unfortunately, but it was still there. She could feel it. Absentmindedly she licked her lips at the thought, a stray hand moving to trace on her onw body where the scar was, an almost seductive appearance in the movement. Meeting his blue eyes Amy grinned. The depth of coldness in there was hard to measure, a small fire flickering within, calling Levent to her. Such a tale would definitely fill this night.
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