DON’T MEAN TO BRAG | open, visitor

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THEY ASKED FOR IT

SHE WORKED HER WAY THROUGH A CHEAP PACK OF CIGARETTES, HARD LIQUOR MIXED WITH A BIT OF INTELLECT. AND ALL THE BOYS, THEY WERE SAYING THEY WERE INTO IT. SUCH A PRETTY FACE, ON A PRETTY NECK, SHE'S DRIVING ME CRAZY

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It wasn't that Barb was unaware of the fact that she had crossed the border of this unfamiliar clan, it was just that she didn't care. Why should she? The "rule" of territories and borders was always weakly enforced, if at all. It wasn't like she was stealing, or anything, so she really didn't see how they could make any sort of fuss out of her being a few feet - god forbid! - within their borders. So, when approached by Atticus, she really couldn't make herself care much about the fact that he seemed somewhat miffed by her presence beyond his clan's oh-so-sacred border.

It took all of Barbara's self-control - which wasn't much - to not roll her eyes at the rather menacing jaguar before her as he greeted her with a rather blunt "Trespassing". Yeah, yeah, whatever- he seemed like he had a stick up his ass anyway. The molly came to a short stop, tired blue gaze meeting his own yellow one as he spoke. The Ascendants? That was a pretty cool name- she guessed she could get behind it. "Yeah, I'm from, uh, the Pitt. Apparently we don't like any other clans down there, but you don't seem that bad. I'm not, like, looking to join, or anything. Just wanna check this place out for myself, I guess."  She paused for a moment before adding with a slight laugh, "The reviews are great, by the way." She hadn't actually spoken to anyone about this clan before, but she figured she'd at least try and get the guy to loosen up a bit.

However, her attention was soon torn from Atticus as a familiar voice announced the arrival of Jerseyboy. Ears lifted slightly as she turned her head in the tuxedo's direction, she felt the edge of her lip beginning to curl up into a small smirk of amusement when he spoke. "Likewise," returned the cream tabby, gaze scoping out Jersey's dark figure until she paused, remarking, "You're that dumbass that got yourself stuck in one of those traps by Tanglewood, huh?" She licked her nose, head cocked ever so slightly to the side as she lifted her chin just a bit to maintain eye contact with the taller feline. "What was your name, again? Bigboy, or something?" She was only partially joking, really- she was pretty sure no parent hated their kid enough to name them "Bigboy", but while she rarely forgot a pretty face, names seemed to allude her just a bit more. Hopefully, this time it would manage to stick.