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   --Halloween was making everyone crazy.

It wasn’t too often a renter managed to get themselves drunk enough to be more interested in food than sex. But for once Devon would say, he had been in luck. The one who had rented him was almost passed at a corner table at Voyeur and he was free to move about. For the first forty minutes it was fine, but then he got bored, and all he wanted to do was bail. He was heading towards the door, when someone took ahead of his wrist, turning him around. “What now?” he asked in an annoyed tone, arching an eyebrow. “I’m not some walking toy for you to tug at whenever you please you know.” 

“Can you move out of my way? You’re blocking my view,” Ronan spoke up, a bit annoyed. He had been observing the large skyscraper across the street, wondering if it were possible to build something like that for their hive. He didn’t know what it could be used for yet but the possibilities were endless. “Can you imagine something as big as that but made out of a tree?” he mused, already able to picture how much it would stand out in their forest.

Lex was getting off work, and had changed out of their work clothes, and gathered their things. They were headed out, when they bumped into someone. An involuntary little growl escaped their lips, as they glanced up at the offending body in front of them. “I’m off the clock,” they said. “So, if you’re here for the...food,” they smirked. “You’re out of luck. At least, with me.” They ran their fingers through their hair, pulling it over to one side, and over one shoulder. 

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“If you’ve come to a bar, it’s to drink, not sit around.” Rhea mused, moving to lean over the bar a bit, smirking at the patron sitting across from her. “So what’ll it be? Unless you trust little ol’ me and want to be surprised?”

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