[ He chuckles lowly, reaching a hand between them to teasingly flick her bangs. Not that he wouldn't mind hearing about her journey from Leith's cushioned class to the dregs of Westerley, but they're not going to change the system in this little bar.
At best, they can just hope to piece the stories together enough to see who fell through the cracks, and if they're very lucky, get a few of them back. ]
The riots. We can leave the other stuff for stronger drinks.
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At best, they can just hope to piece the stories together enough to see who fell through the cracks, and if they're very lucky, get a few of them back. ]
The riots. We can leave the other stuff for stronger drinks.