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Amy drifted through the city, searching for the store that held the alcohol. She didn't drink much, occasionally selling it to others. Her personal stock was here in the city though, as was other buildings that she had marked and covered with glass on the floor to dissuade intruders. Not that it always worked. Stubborn canines did come through, raiding the stores that she had found containing items she might want to take and sell someday.
Such was the case today. Arriving at the liquor store Amy's hackles raised at the sight of bloody pawprints leaving it. Angrily she followed after, sword in hand. It was easy to follow, still fresh as she entered a motel. Barging into the room where the thief was Amy stared in surprise at the sight of Selene, sitting there with her sword thrown away and working at emptying one of four bottles. Selene? Whatever are you doing? This was no behavior for an heiress. Crossing over Amy moved to yank the bottle away.
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