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Nat started on his drink. “So, Callow, tell me a little about yourself.”
"C-Callie" She corrected, timidly. She really didn’t mind what people called her, though. She dealt with it. "I-I, uh, th-there isn’t m-much to say." Or that she could say.
He smiled. “Pleasure to meet you.” He poured two more glasses.
"You t-two." She grabbed her second drink, taking her time with this one, sipping it slower.
"No kidding," he said, downing his glass. "Nat, by the way."
"C-Calliope, b-but most p-people use Callie."
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He poured some glasses of it for him and her. “Bottom’s up.”
Calliope grinned, downing the glass, savoring the burn moving down her throat. “N-Nothing like v-vodka to m-make new acquaintances.”
Nat smiled. “I’ll take a bit of it.”
Calliope returned the smile, passing the bottle. “G-Go for i-it.”
"Oh honey, you had me a vodka." Ana smirked before sitting beside her.
Calliope smirked, passing the bottle. “I f-figured I w-wouldn’t b-be alone f-for long.”