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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Re: Pandora and Wayne
"What gave me away?" Dora said dryly. It usually was obvious, after talking to her, and she knew it. She was working on it, but she grew up exclusively in this world and that would never go away.

She snorted. "I've learned my lesson with tequila," she said. "So no thank you. I don't particularly like it anyway." She would taste it for days afterward. She'd much rather stick with whiskey and screw that. "Rum is a good, solid liquor that doesn't kill you for the week after. At least not as badly." And wow she sounded like a lush, and she really wasn't.

She downed the rest of her whiskey in another gulp, so she'd have room for the rum-and-coke he was ordering her. It made sense, hey. She leaned against the bar, at ease if only because it was something to do, talk to this guy before she danced. "My story, huh?" Her lips turned up faintly, giving her a faintly mysterious Mona-Lisa-esque look. "Daughter of tradition, disowned for being too adaptable, duelist, former queen of the world, and currently in want of a dance partner."