[@Daxam][@Narcotic Dollie]

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Sabine turned towards Zac with her lip bit, her eyebrows furrowed in innocent guilt...y'know, that look when your five year-old daughter spills hot chocolate on the TV speakers?

While it might've been just as cute on the 24 year-old Sabine, the implications and reasons for doing so weren't so appropriate.

[color=9e0039]"...just a teensy weensy bit of ice.  Eighth of a gram isn't gonna kill me; it's only half a hit.  Now, if you're gonna worry about me, just know I'm a big girl...I can handle myself...if I had some water.  Say...could you grab me a glass, Zac? Pretty please...?  I'm...*she swallowed and tried to wet her lips*...more than a little thirsty.  It's sweating all out, I swear..."[/color]

Right in mid-sentence, she stopped talking as her eyes rested on Nori's.

[center][i]Oh my.[/i][/center]

And that was all she remembered as the two embers sat in her memory forever, piercing into her like the rays of a sunset vainly lancing through the shroud of night.  The lights dimmed for the next song, and though the music still played in her ears, she could not, would not remember anything about that night.

Well, except for this brilliant flash of gold, tan, blue, and black, as well as a billion different photo filters...

[color=9e0039]"...your name's...Nori, right?  Kyle...I just met the guy a half-hour ago and he already the cream of the crop in his possession...

...how the hell's a girl supposed to compete in this game?"[/color]