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Barrett · 06-11-2011, 05:31 PM

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Ghita. That name rung a bell somewhere in his hazy mind, but the chimes burbled underwater and never quite managed to reach the surface. Anselm had mentioned Savina's sister a couple times in passing, but—perhaps because the bronze hybrid had known the sable Consul a full year longer than this blue-eyed belleza, or maybe because Savina was a mutual friend of Barrett's mother and grandfather while Ghita was not—the name hadn't been impressed strongly enough to recall it now, especially while he was more concerned with acting like a half-decent member of society. Thankfully, she hardly seemed the type to place him under citizen's arrest.

“Got in maybe a week ago,” he replied. He was about to babble on about something else when the older woman drew very close, a move that may have signalled aggression under different circumstances. Barrett didn't anticipate violence from any member of Crimson Dreams, and so while he was not rightly afraid of her approach, his ears fell back and he quickly averted his gaze on instinct. Her suggestive tone caused him to peer back just as fast, a befuddled and amused expression lighting up his face.

“A little back at the plane; a lot more at the garage,” he crooned, winking with an impish swish of his tail. Her action seemed more flirtatious—less dangerous—in retrospect, although he could not decide if it was him or the notion of doing something rebellious and naughty she found more appealing. “You interested?” he asked casually, figuring whether she was looking for a personal supply or a quick toke, he would have it covered. What he didn't figure was she might recognise the garage he alluded to, or that suave tongue he apparently inherited from his grandfather.

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