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[hedalexa]

[Inbox Lexa, she'll never expect it.]

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[hedalexa]

Mmmmn, I do owe you a brawl. I've made plenty of warpaint.

[cobaltsoul]

And the wax will require some preparation. Besides, the odds of us making it to my ship after getting thrown out of the Treetop are very poor.

I fucking love that warpaint.

[hedalexa]

I know you do. [Why do you think she bothered to make it, Beau? She could get by just fine without it in a place like this. Better, even, given it was likely to make some nervous.]

Do you want to do the treetop tonight?

[cobaltsoul]

I'm free if you are. I'm always itching for a fight.

[hedalexa]

[If Beau was implying she ever had anywhere to be at night she'd be very surprised, unless someone dragged Lexa to bed or a nearby wall or whatever she mostly spent her nights tucked away in her room by herself or drinking to forget her woes.]

Good. I'll see you then.

I'll get a log up this weekend

[cobaltsoul]

Look for me in the back.