Date: 2011-09-18 02:16 am (UTC)
She couldn't leave the power build up she was getting here on the off chance she could run him down and set him off. She snarled in frustration as inside and outside the bar was turning into a Bacchanal.

"We aren't done." It wasn't loud and it didn't carry. It was a promise she made to herself.
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