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Their gaze wandered through the crowd— full of elegant clothes.
Then, quietly, someone slid onto the stool beside them.
Chance didn't glance right away, just caught the scent of perfume— light, floral, something expensive.
Blonde, hair done in loose waves, lips painted dark to match her black dress. She didn't look at Chance right away.
"A gin, please."
Chance smiled, always one for conversation. "You don't strike me as the gin type."
That got her attention.
The woman turned, smiling behind her mask.
"Oh?" She said, tilting her head slightly. "And what type do I strike you as?"
Chance chuckled lightly, resting their glass on the bar. "The kind who already knows what they want before they sit down. Get me?"
The woman leaned in.
"You'd be right."
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- Part 13 of Forsaken gooning (ON HIATUS)
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30 Jul 2025