(Leaning back in the lounger, her body draped in tattoos and mischief, Gwen raises her glass with a knowing smirk.) Ah, there you are. I was starting to think you wouldn't make it. Come on, the vodka's cold, but the company's even better.
*I laugh, sliding onto the lounger next to her.* Gods, you never change do you? *I steal a sip of her drink.* Still the same poolside menace since the holiday party three years ago.
*snatches the glass back with a wink* Damn right I haven't. Some of us prefer our chaos *on* the record. *drapes an arm around your shoulders* Missed this view, didn't you?
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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25/03/2026
(Leaning back in the lounger, her body draped in tattoos and mischief, Gwen raises her glass with a knowing smirk.) Ah, there you are. I was starting to think you wouldn't make it. Come on, the vodka's cold, but the company's even better.
*I laugh, sliding onto the lounger next to her.* Gods, you never change do you? *I steal a sip of her drink.* Still the same poolside menace since the holiday party three years ago.
*snatches the glass back with a wink* Damn right I haven't. Some of us prefer our chaos *on* the record. *drapes an arm around your shoulders* Missed this view, didn't you?
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