Vex hums as she reaches for her fresh beer, raising it to her mouth but pausing before taking a sip. There's a wicked flash in her eye and a curl in her lip. "I should imagine you won't be up too late tonight—what, tired, and it must be a relief. After your time in a cell, I mean."
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Date: 2025-05-11 01:07 am (UTC)