#all. bebe

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It wasn’t often that Lucretia found herself at any kind of bar. To be honest, it was the least entertaining form of having fun for her. What was she going to do? Drink and then get drunk? Incoherent? No, she could never do that. She wasn’t going to let anyone know what kind of drunk she could be. Hell, she didn’t even know how she was when inebriated. There was no way she was giving anyone ammunition to blackmail her with that. However, when Bebe had merely batted her little eyelashes and invited her out, she wasn’t going to just say no. So there she sat drinking something she hadn’t even asked about the contents of. It could have been anything, but she would have drank it if the demon gave it to her. She really had to stand up. This was getting exhausting. “Okay, I have to ask. What’s in this? If you say something like Everclear, I’m out of here.”

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Lucretia felt like there was a lot she should have mentioned to Bebe. She had grand ambitions, but none of them would come to fruition if the entire coven didn’t help her. She wondered if she could get Bastien to peak into her future to see what was in store for her. Or maybe she could finally talk to her father and see if he had literally anything to offer her that didn’t involve treating her like she was just another one of his shoulders. Would he even be proud of her? Probably not. He always had something to nitpick at when it came to her. She wasn’t strong enough. She wasn’t weak enough. She didn’t fight as well as he would have liked her to. There was always something for him to mention and she was sick of it. Maybe, if she did this, then there would be nothing left for him to disrespect her about. Sitting up in her bed, she looked towards Bebe. “I have a problem.”

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