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!! out of character.
Fred sighed. She hadn't done much in the past month and it bothered her. Lonliness had seeped into her life when she wasn't with Lysander. Gritting her teeth and pulled the bow on her back high so it wouldn't fall. A long braid rested down her back teasing her behind with her every movement. She had left her den this morning hoping to find someone to talk to today. As she entered the building something inside her said she might. Walking into what seemed to be a club she looked around before climbing up the stairs.
Going up the stairs she was flabbergasted to see the little imp by the bar. She remembered the girl from the last pack meeting. Moving towards the girl who seemed to be trying to knock over a glass, Fred coughed lightly to get her attention. "It's Addison right cher?" Kneeling down she looked at the girls beautiful eyes and grinned slightly in a conservative french way. "What are you doing so far from Monsieur Jefferson?"