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Hera (oxeyed) wrote in paxletalelogs,

The knock heralded the start of the so called party, and the beginning of an evening of intense scrutinizing. She took one last look in the mirror, one final deep breath, and pasted on her perfectly practiced smile. She had perfected the art of false sincerity long ago, and the art would be put to good use tonight. Here goes nothing.

With her smile still pasted in place, she opened the door and was greeted by two women. The one she somewhat recognized, the red head. She lived next door, and had a...brother? With a quick rifle through her memory, she drew a name for the brother. Max, the one who implied she was careless at the mention of the broken sofa. Right. The sister seemed to possess a bit more of a brain in her head, but there was still time for her to prove otherwise.

The other one was less familiar, but she struck Tanya as a person of interest. She wasn't sure why, exactly, but Tanya was willing to watch her to see if she'd be right to trust her gut instinct. Her gut instinct rarely led her astray, but she preferred to err on the side of caution anyway.

"Hello, welcome. I'm Tanya Maxwell, please come in." She stepped aside and gave the women space to enter.