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Mention: Drake [@Punished GN], Sully [@Atrophy], Luna [@Estylwen]

She rolled her eyes so hard. Whatever bullshit Tsukino was spitting about her being burned before and how she's been helpful in the past. She didn't care. Like she knew anything about how she's been burned. Bitch, she's extra crispy. She's been manipulated enough to know when someone's trying to use emotions against her. It's not going to work. She's allowed one man to do that to her for eight years. Never again.

Drake shut her down immediately. After this incident, she might like Drake a tiny bit more than she already doesn't. She can't say she's all about second chances when it comes to her relationships with other people, but she'll tally a point towards Drake for having fucking sense. No talking about feelings and wanting to know why, just kick the bitch to the curb.

She was pulled into another Recollection. It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes or less sense the last one. What the fuck was going on? She came out of it less disoriented than the first time, but had a lot more questions about what she saw and about the people involved. She didn't know much about 8th Street. She probably should, since every other magical group are enemy to the Wolfpack, but oxy and alcohol and sex kinda makes all of those things unimportant. She didn't know what Kari's notes had to do with anything, but she had a guess on who could pay top dollar for them. Another thing to add to her list to question the Dollhouse about. Cause if it's not them, then it's someone they might not know anything about and that was dangerous. Better the devil you know, then the devil you don't.

Jack popped up all of a sudden with a warning about 8th Street coming here to start a fight. She cannot be anywhere near combat. The Coven knows her Lux to be illusions. If she's not using it during a fight to play the distraction, as she often used to, then that would raise some eyebrows.

[color=DE198A]"Y'know what, fuck this. My fighting days are over. Like hardcore fighting. I know fuck all about 8th Street, but from what we just saw, those bitches are crazy. I sure as hell know they aren't worth me going home with bruises, or worse, dying, or even worse, having the Feds show up again. After whatever the fuck some of y'all got up to at the strip club a few weeks ago, I'm sure they're keeping closer tabs on us. Best to keep our noses clean as much as possible."[/color] She didn't know how much time they had before they showed up. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked the time. Damn. The next bus wouldn't be here for another twenty minutes. Buses didn't run out here too often like they did the city. It was too far out, a longer drive, and they only had one bus running the route instead of multiple. She hoped they wouldn't be here within that time.

[color=DE198A]"And don't think you can use the coming confusion to slip into the group. What the fuck's about to happen won't change my mind. Nothing you do will [i]ever[/i] change my mind,"[/color] she said to Tsukino.

She addressed the rest of the group.[color=DE198A]"Any of you drive here? My bus won't be here for another twenty minutes and I'm not willing to wait for 8th Street to show up."[/color]