HelloKitty
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“Well hello handsome”, she'd said in a low, mischievous tone as she briefly locked eyes with a tall man making his way over towards the bar. Letting out a soft chuckle while graciously whirling and turning on her toes, hair flying wildly about in a display of childlike, blissful enjoyment.
The young redheaded woman came to a sudden stop only a little while later, eyes gazing up at a man screaming profanities at her. Looking confused, it took her a few moments to realize she'd stepped on his toes. Without a moments hesitation she conjured a beaming smile, slid off his feet and extended a hand “Looks like I got off on the wrong feet with you”. She grinned, and there wasn't a trace of guilt in her voice, her body still swaying gently to the rhytm of the music. “I'm Rosalynn, let me buy you a drink”. Not waiting for an answer she reached for his wrist and immediately headed towards the bar, manouvering through the crowd with practiced efficiency. “Sometimes I get a little carried away, I'm sorry. What are you having my friend? Have you ever tried a Corellian Ale? I hear they're so good, the Corellian brewers have to put an alcohol lock on the machinery they operate so their employees don't run around the place wasted". She'd been speaking so quickly, by the time she finished her sentence he probably wouldn't have been able to get a word in.
The young redheaded woman came to a sudden stop only a little while later, eyes gazing up at a man screaming profanities at her. Looking confused, it took her a few moments to realize she'd stepped on his toes. Without a moments hesitation she conjured a beaming smile, slid off his feet and extended a hand “Looks like I got off on the wrong feet with you”. She grinned, and there wasn't a trace of guilt in her voice, her body still swaying gently to the rhytm of the music. “I'm Rosalynn, let me buy you a drink”. Not waiting for an answer she reached for his wrist and immediately headed towards the bar, manouvering through the crowd with practiced efficiency. “Sometimes I get a little carried away, I'm sorry. What are you having my friend? Have you ever tried a Corellian Ale? I hear they're so good, the Corellian brewers have to put an alcohol lock on the machinery they operate so their employees don't run around the place wasted". She'd been speaking so quickly, by the time she finished her sentence he probably wouldn't have been able to get a word in.