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are you going to reply ever?

Ooc: Yeah, I'll be on later tonight. Any ooc questions in the future, you can ask off anon so that I have the chance to answer without posting ooc to the dash/blog.

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Penelope tried not to laugh so the warning in her voice could ring true, putting what Louisiana creole spin she could on it, "You better tell that brotha of yours to just stay where he at so we don't have no prollems." Breaking off into giggles, she was far too into the moment to think about actually meeting Alex's brother. Right now he was purely hypothetical. She quietly drank while Alex was searching for a story, then more while she was telling it, Penny's eyes grew wider over the rim of the glass. "Oh my god, you had a pet raccoon, that's so cool! I forgot already that you had this whole big ranch adventure for a childhood." The jealousy she'd felt was morphing into a more engrossed curiosity, wanting to know every last detail. "That's too cute. Could he fetch and stuff too?" Suddenly, the beer in her glass was gone and she was sipping at pure condensation, unwilling to interrupt the flow of conversation to get another.

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Alex couldn’t help but let another chuckle escape at Penelope’s rousing. “You sure? Because I can have here down here in like fifteen minutes, holy water and all.” She knew Blaze would give her shit like he always did when she got to know someone new, but she was distracted by her own thoughts, that maybe this one was different. Giving an almost undetectable shake of her head, she was whisked back to the present, tapping her own glass against Penny’s, taking a long sip and setting the pint down again,enjoying the cool trickle of ale down her throat, a small sigh escaping as she waited for the liquid courage to take effect. Alexandria bit her lip, a habit of hers when the cogs were turning in her head, and then finally, after a beat or two, opened her mouth to share. “I, uh,” she said, hesitating with a giggle,  “I had a pet raccoon when I was little. My brother shot it by accident when I was seven, and I cried like a baby until he let me take it home.” She shrugged, absentmindedly playing with Penelope’s fingers beneath the table as she spoke. “I made our stablehand stitch him up and everything and he just sort of stuck around. Slept in my bed, walked on a leash, the whole shebang.” Taking another sip with her free hand she looked at the girl, waiting for the inevitable judgment; there was a reason she never told anybody about Skip… the little bastard.

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Snorting at the unexpected answer, she realized it really shouldn't be unexpected; must be more buzzed than she thought. "Yes, please. I love games. All of them." Asia surprised her some more with threats of violence, but given how adorable she was, they were too hard to even pretend to take seriously. "I'm pretty nice, but yeah, keep the body bag ready just in case. You never know when you might need it." Picking her way further into the room, she headed for Anastasia's bed, plopping down against the pillows. "Oh yeah, I will for sure. I have some great stuff that works on your whole nose, ear and throat system. Opens up your sinuses, you'll be impressed." Kicking off her shoes, Penny continued to get comfortable. "I think I've drank enough. Water sounds greeaat." She flashed her a bright smile on her way out of the room and picked up an errant book on the nightstand to flip through.

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The pub was dark, but not dark enough for her to miss the flush that also rose in Alex's cheeks and the grin that made her that much more beautiful. She welcomed the intruding leg and wondered if she had the necessary brainpower to continue to focus on those spots where they met and to follow conversation; she was sure she could make it much longer, especially with her bright and quick eyes looking into Penny's own. She laughed along at the teasing, only putting half-stock into her word choice, 'date.' "Just so long as he doesn't come after me with some puritanical cleansing ritual, you'll be just fine. I'd like my freedom of religion respected, please." She picked up her drink quickly, eager to have its calming warmth and clinked it against Alexandria's. "To us," she parroted back, before taking a long drink off the draft, breathing a sigh of contentment as she set the heavy glass back down. Penelope was more comfortable already, snug and tucked away with this girl, like they were the only two there. She took another quick sip before freeing her hand --she refused to release Alex's hand, instead choosing to set down her beer-- to point an accusatory finger at her. "Now. It's your turn. Tell me something you've never told anyone."

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Feeling their fingers intertwine, Alex couldn’t help the blush that raged up her spine, turning the tips of her ears pink, her grin widening automatically. She turned her body so that she could face Penelope a bit more, her knee pushing into the taut muscle of the other’s thigh. Leaning her head in her hand, she stared into the girl’s eyes, finding herself a bit lost in them as she listened, chuckling at the appropriate times and finding her story adorably endearing. “Wow,” she said, her voice still low, though she spoke up a bit, the tone lilting in amusement. “Wait until my brother hears I went on a date with a voodoo queen.” She laughed, licking her lips before she spoke again. “Just do me a favor and don’t kill me,” she teased. Noticing the bartender return with their drinks, she slipped the woman an tenner with a nod, then raised her pint, smiling at Penny with a gleam in her eye. “To us.” It wasn’t like Alexandria to be such a romantic, but something about the atmosphere and the energy from the game brought out a part of her that too often lay dormant; and rather than insecure as she might’ve, Alex was oddly comfortable showing her soft underbelly to Penelope.

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Penny's own processes weren't moving too quickly and she was feeling more and more horrified by the second, worried this girl would actually think her capable of something like that; it was beginning to show on her face. "Oh no, I wouldn't..." She was easily distracted from the gruesome topic, however; alcohol-induced ADD. "Oh! I'm Penny. Who're you?"

"Yes, i’m joking…" She looked at the girl a little puzzled but appreciated her concern. The alcohol was causing her thinking process to slow down. "It’s possible…I might just break a leg or something and you can still kill me.." She realized that she must of sound crazy and tried to change the subject. "I don’t think I caught your name."

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"Yeah I love the jersey. Love the jersey. It looks incredible on you. But the Piano Tiles and lightening whatevers; I have no clue what that means." Penny was genuinely touched by the sentiment, that she would have waited all night and she felt another twinge of guilt for having stayed out as late as she did. "That's... That's too sweet, actually. You should be a little more selfish or people'll walk all over you. Not me but... I'm thinking up ways to pay you back already and I haven't even gotten my surprise yet." Stepping through the door, Penelope had no problems at all ignoring the mess, she was much sloppier than this. "Oh, psh, this is nothing." Comfortably navigating her way through the room, she took a cursory glance at everything. "Where should I sit? On your bed or...?"

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Penny was completely comfortable with the quiet between them as the patrons around them hustled and bustled. All of her attention was focused on the square inches of her body that touched Alexs', she could still feel the thumb that'd brushed over her hand. Leaning forward, her ears strained to catch how the other girl would label her, and was... amused? anxious? she wasn't sure how she was to hear her drop the label entirely. She mentally shook it off, realizing how silly it was to be worried about it so early in the game, she'd always been a #nolabels girl in the past. Penny was jerked back to the moment with Alex's hand hand on hers and she twined their fingers gladly. The question shocked her, though, it would take some thought. "Well... Uh... First of all, how do I know you can be trusted?" She joked while she stalled for time. Seriously, though, what should she...  "Oh! Got one. When I was a kid, I thought I was Wiccan. I made my mom buy me candles and essential oils, like lavender and sandlewood and shit. And she bought" Penny breaks into a short burst of laughter at the memory. "She bought like tapered candles for romantic dinners and shit at the dollar store, but had to get the oil online. I told her it was for a school project, but really I was trying to get one boy to like me and another to die." She winced, softening the story, trying to remember correctly. "Or maybe just get really sick."

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"Bored? Nah," she replied with a grin, "Young folks like you keep me going." She shook her head with a chuckle, looking over at Penelope as they slid into the booth, stopping where she sat as she felt the other’s leg make contact with hers. She gave the girl’s hand a small caress with her thumb for a split second before letting go and reaching a hand into the air to get the bartender’s attention. Smiling she turned to Penny again, trying to think of something to say, some sort of idle conversation to make, but she was too captured by the younger’s face, and her words seemed caught in her throat. She was still caught entirely off-guard by the butterflies that fluttered in her gut, but did her best to ignore them as the redhead walked over. "Hey, you," Alex said, "two beers for me and my, uh," she hesitated, not sure how to introduce Penelope, so she let the sentence trail off, "whatever you have on tap tonight is fine." He eyes drifted to the girl’s ass for a split second before she regained her focus, her hand falling under the table and reaching for Penelope’s once again. "So," she said, softly, "tell me something you’ve never told anybody else."

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Penny shifts her weight from foot to foot as she thinks. "Okay, so we just get the numbers of the bar and the bank and call them." She pulls her phone from her back pocket, fingers poised to research. "Names?"

Raising her eyebrows, Margot appreciated that girl’s method of keeping track of her ID.

"I, uh," Margot mumbled, thinking back on the past few days, "I think I just used it going into a bar the other night and, y’know, I’m not sure if it was before or after that, but I also used it to open up a bank account?"