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While there was a dull pain in her shoulder from where he charged into her, she knew it would fade. It was hard enough to get through this crowd so a little barging around was to be expected and she took no offence to it.
âYouâre welcome,â she said softly, dropping the bouncy ball into his hand. âItâs kinda nifty so you should be careful. People love fiddling with things.â Especially around them, everyone didnât have much so they clung to what they did have. Emerson was no different though her trinkets came from Colombia, she still liked to cherish them while she could.Â
âYou look kind of stressed out,â she observed, tilting her head to the side. âYou should grab a drink and try and relax a little. Itâs supposed to be a party.â The succubus pulled some money out from her bra and held it up. âIâll even buy you one,â she offered.
  Immediately he tucked the ball into his pocket, making sure that it wouldnât get away from him again. It was probably the only thing he owned in the world, especially because he had a bad habit of mouthing off to others and getting what little things he had revoked from him.
   âIâm note sure anyone can not look stressed when surrounded by food and alcohol they get to see and smell but not able to afford.â He looked the money over as she pulled it out.
  âWhatâs the catch? I donât like owing people.â
















