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It was definitely an odd group to stumble into her domain if she ever saw. They didn't seem to be together but they stood out in the neon lights. Larxene shrugged however, walking over clad in a leather skirt and plain white tank top. Her heels clicked with each step and she tucked her the empty drink tray in her hand under her arm. "So I'm going to assume y'all are of age, right?"





