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Freya blinks and looks at the harlequin who has just landed beside her. She smiles a little and takes a sip of her drink, sizing him up, one eyebrow raised.
"Its dangerous for a lady to drink alone, you know", she says, her lips curving into their accustomed flirtatious smile. "Especially around all these big, tough men! Why, I'm just quite sure I wouldn't be able to defend myself!" She purrs, batting her eyes.
Annika looks like she wants to burst out laughing, her ice-blue eyes sparkle merrily.
Freya tilts her head, her long hair spilling over her shoulder to one side, then flips it back. "Drink with me...if you wish it."
She throws back another shot and looks at him expectantly.
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