FTR
One Thousand Club
"The 'change'. 'Have us hurt'?" Eska thought to herself, seeming to put two and two together, or at least recognizing they were there. Something was very clearly up and it seemed said thing was about to go(come) down.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Eska asked with a somewhat slow and defensive draw. As she did she turned her torso that had been leaned over the counter towards the bartender and the waitress, both hands coiled into a fist and one in her hip.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Eska asked with a somewhat slow and defensive draw. As she did she turned her torso that had been leaned over the counter towards the bartender and the waitress, both hands coiled into a fist and one in her hip.
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