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There was nothing surprising about the direction in which their aimless conversation had deflected. It would have been the same thing back in Hilsburn. Living in a communal area with several men often triggered little episodes of farce and debauchery. She had learned to live with it and she even embraced the jovial atmosphere often brought about by her testosterone-filled comrades. The mischief in Bran's expressive eyes hadn't gone unnoticed, even with the glossy brume already blurring her vision. Their antics were well appreciated, coaxing the occasional smirk and light-headed giggle out of her: the way Saul had teasingly wiggled the bait before their cousin, and the way Niernan had so generously showered his toe with slobber had made her cringe momentarily. Saul was someone who, much like her, valued personal hygiene. Surely there was a hidden part of him still reeling from the act.
Then came Niernan's time to shine and another opportunity to torture Saul presented itself. Lilin's eyes went wide and she sputtered her drink uncontrollably when her cousin's feline companion was brought to eye level with their game's current victim. She wasn't sure who was deserving of more compassion; Saul or Ciaran. Perhaps said compassion should have been directed at herself for losing her first kiss to a cat. There was a subtle diversion in her mediterranean orbs then; while she wasn't particularly offended by the act nor the dare in itself, she simply could not help but look away. It was only when Saul's indignation rang clear and grimaces accompanied his shenanigans that she looked back, allowing an oddly satisfied smirk to spread on her lips. Her smirk was wiped off rather quickly though, as fate would have it. The bottle neck settled on her next; she was backed into a corner and there was no way out. While a cautious part of her wanted to choose the easier way out, her mouth had already parted with a ''Dare.'' Apparently, alcohol made people do things they would not normally do. A polite shake of her head was given in response to Ezra's invitation, refusing the joint. She was still not keen on the suffocating feeling she got whenever in contact with smoke.
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