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Arria quickly walked to the festival, making it on time by some miracle, and didn't check to see if Relia was following behind her. Arria didn't really need to change -and to be honest these were the fanciest clothes she had- so she didn't stop by her dinky apartment to change or do anything. If they had a problem with her going in her regular garb then they could deal. Assassins weren't all fancy balls and political bullshit anyway. They were stealth and blending in with the crowd. It was too bad she hated the crowd and just wanted to go home or drown her anxiety in beer. Ugh...
Arria sat on a bench and tried to sit quietly on it while pretending that she didn't feel sick about not having any alcohol since last night. Her nightly ritual was interrupted and she missed being able to go out and have a good time. Sometimes she even felt so good that she didn't kill people at the end of the night. Tonight she had to withstand the withdrawl. It was probably for the best, an assassin with one place to go for alcohol was a dead assassin. That didn't mean it didn't suck and hurt like a jerk. "This is so boring. When will something actually happen?"
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Arria quickly walked to the festival, making it on time by some miracle, and didn't check to see if Relia was following behind her. Arria didn't really need to change -and to be honest these were the fanciest clothes she had- so she didn't stop by her dinky apartment to change or do anything. If they had a problem with her going in her regular garb then they could deal. Assassins weren't all fancy balls and political bullshit anyway. They were stealth and blending in with the crowd. It was too bad she hated the crowd and just wanted to go home or drown her anxiety in beer. Ugh...
Arria sat on a bench and tried to sit quietly on it while pretending that she didn't feel sick about not having any alcohol since last night. Her nightly ritual was interrupted and she missed being able to go out and have a good time. Sometimes she even felt so good that she didn't kill people at the end of the night. Tonight she had to withstand the withdrawl. It was probably for the best, an assassin with one place to go for alcohol was a dead assassin. That didn't mean it didn't suck and hurt like a jerk. "This is so boring. When will something actually happen?"
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