As if on queue, the moment Warren looked away he heard the sound of approaching heels moving at the tell-tall energetic, bouncing gait of the Quicksand's incredibly blonde barmaid.
She stopped near his table, canting her head a bit and offering a slightly confused-looking smile. With her hands folded together near the short skirt of her dress, she seemed to be silently asking, "what's the matter?" before welcoming Warren with a cheerful, soft tone, "Evening Warren!"
She stopped near his table, canting her head a bit and offering a slightly confused-looking smile. With her hands folded together near the short skirt of her dress, she seemed to be silently asking, "what's the matter?" before welcoming Warren with a cheerful, soft tone, "Evening Warren!"




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