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Myra Odell
 Posted: Dec 2 2016, 10:18 AM
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The days were shorter in the winter, with a brisk darkness rolling in with its wintry breath quicker and quicker each day. Normally, it was just what came with the season. This time, each sunset met with a grave reminder that the New Year was quickly approaching, stampeding its way with no sign of a pause for anyone to catch up. Myra didn't like to worry herself over something as silly as a new year. To her, every year was about the same as the last, with the occasional surprise sprinkled in between. That was how the woman had grown to prefer it, though. She didn't need anything lavish or worthwhile to happen often. She just needed to see an old friend pop in out of the blue now and again to feel happy. After all, her bakery was doing good, and she had a fine home to go to every night. It was a tad quite with her parents traveling, but Myra had had to make do with being an only child all her life. Loneliness couldn't touch her. She was only as lonely as her heart was deprived of joy, and with that in abundance, Myra never really had anything to feel regretful of or sad about. People were all around her; people she'd known all her life. That was the perk of living in one town since birth.

But that brought back the whole reason she felt pressed for New Years. This year, she'd left. She'd actually packed her old suitcase in her closet that had never been used, actually locked up shop for more than a day, and genuinely, well and truly left her quiet little village, far beyond anywhere she'd ever gone. Her trip to Bora Bora with her shop neighbor and casual drunk, Soledad, hit her like a bullet train. At first the talks sounded fun. They tickled a sleeping wanderlust in her that only found excitement in the day dreams she had of seeing the world. But once it finally came to the day—once she finally realized her feet would, within seconds, sink within in the sand, and the cool hush of the ocean water would rush through her ears as waves lapped at the shore—well. That was when panic had struck. A fantastic right hook later landed her exactly where she was supposed to be: standing beside Soledad on an island far too beautiful for words, with a bright sun beating down and a nice purple coloring her cheek, outlined vaguely in a circle that matched her neighbor's fist.

It had been amazing. Once fear and panic had melted away, Myra had found the tropical island to be more than she could have wanted or expected. She had overcome her fear of leaving home. At least for that trip. She wasn't crazy enough to try and leave again so soon. But... but what then? What was there to do once she'd did what she never thought she could do?

Biting her lip, Myra supposed she could try leaving home again on another trip. Financially speaking, it was plausible. And upon her return last time, it didn't seem like her home or bakery had been in any danger, so she didn't have to worry about coming back to find her home and shop a wreck. Still, it unsettled her a little to think of traveling again.

Perhaps she hadn't fully overcome her fear of leaving home.

Shaking her head, and smirking as the motion threw her balance off, Myra tucked her worries away. She'd just come from a little party with neighbors at the Three Broomsticks, and buzzed now with the warmth of eggnog and whiskey flowing through her system. Drunk wasn't quite acceptable unless she was really in a celebratory mood. But tipsy? Myra didn't mind getting tipsy at all. She'd do it all day every day if it didn't risk leading to addiction, or lead to intense scrutiny from those around her. Or, maybe she wouldn't do it every day, but certainly more often than she did. And at night. In her home, where it was safe. She supposed lounging with a few glasses of wine was what she really did as far tipsy went.

Regardless, the woman had managed to navigate herself near her shop. From there, it'd only be a little ways more till she was home and could slid out of her boots, remove her jacket, and flop into bed. As she walked past, though, she noticed the lights to Soledad's mystery shop still on. This late in the night, Myra didn't expect the place to be lit up. She knew the other witch lived upstairs, and that, on occasion, was lit, but the downstairs almost always seemed dead by that time of night. Curious, and guided in part by her inebriation, Myra clumsily pushed her way into the shop, somehow shocked she made it inside.

All around were Christmas decorations. That wasn't surprising, as Soledad's mystery shop was, well, a mystery, and part of its magic laid in its ever changing state. Still, it was a pretty sight, and it warmed Myra up, filling her with fond memories of the holiday season when she was younger. "Soledad? Are you in?" She called out, quickly catching herself against a display of chocolate boxes as she nearly fell over from speaking. "Are you staying open late tonight? The door was open, if you aren't!"

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 Posted: Dec 3 2016, 06:35 AM
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The orphanage Soledad at grown up in had been run by Catholic nuns. So Christmastime had been “celebrated” with nativity plays and midnight mass that most of the children had struggled to stay up through. Only the promise of presents--donated by the local charity--for those who managed to listen through it had kept them all going. Even so, the younger ones always ended up asleep before the midnight, and failed to gain their Christmas present as a reward. It had been a tradition, then, for the older ones who had stayed awake, to give away their presents to the younger ones the next day. In that way, the donated presents, which would never be enough for every child there, could at least be given to those who needed it most.

Even after all these years, Soledad could still remember being a strange little girl who had never belonged, whose magical accidents had caused her to stand out in the worst way. Every year, on Christmas day, she would feel like she wasn’t such a strange little girl, when an older girl or boy would give her a present, only a sliver of the usual fear and contempt in their gazes. For the sake of the holiday spirit, even an unusual creature like her had belonged. The presents themselves had never been much, only a small toy or cheap trinket that would be easily lost or broken in a few weeks’ time. But, as the saying went, it was the thought that counted.

Later, when Soledad had been old enough herself, she had continued the tradition, from the other side, and had given her present to the children younger than her. There had been one boy in particular, and the memory of him stabbed into her. Diego had been a grubby, chubby-cheeked toddler with the messiest curly hair on his head when she had first met him. He had been the first that she had given, after she’d gotten her letter and gone to Hogwarts. Along with the present given out by the orphanage, she had also handed over some small trinkets that she’d gained from the magical world. Soledad liked to these that she had basically bribed him to be her friend. But he’d been a trusting fool of a boy from day one, and he’d latched onto her like she was something to be desired, instead of someone to warily watch out for.

Then, he’d died. Disappeared from this world like a flash and been forgotten almost as quickly. Now, there was no one to remember that poor orphan boy, except her. And she remembered it on Christmas most of all. Later, when Soledad had been older, she remembered sneaking him out of the orphanage, so that the two of them could have their own private celebrations. Then, she’d share everything magical she could, from her textbooks to the little stick of wood that could make miracles with a wave. But, she hadn’t been able to show that then, not without fear of getting expelled. So, instead, she had promised, that once she turned of age, she would show all the magic in the world.

She’d never gotten the chance. There had been terrible, horrifying visions dreams of it for months on end. Up until the day it actually happened, she had almost believed it had been just another nightmare. In a way, it had been. In a way, it still was. Now, Soledad was some ten years away from that day, living a life far more calm and successful than she had any right to. But some days, all too often, really, she was still no happier. Though it had been quiet for many years now, and her dreams were filled with beautiful, good things instead, she could never quite stop the paranoia, could never pull away from the spectres of the past. It probably didn’t help that she still saw children nearly every day, that she lived so close to the castle where she’d been when it had happened.

The stupid Mystery Shop she called “home” almost seemed to be trying to cheer her up in its own psychotically mysterious way. But all its conjured visions of happy Christmas cheer only ever plunged her mood down further and further. Understandably, she’d started her “celebrations” early, drinking straight out of the bottle and glaring at tinsel and flowery wreaths with increasingly blurry vision. By the time night fell, Soledad was barely aware of her surrounding, which was just how she liked it.

Of course, it had its drawbacks too, like the way she startled so badly when the door suddenly swung open and a voice called out. Soledad had sworn she had locked the door. Hadn’t she? In her drunken haze, it was hard to remember much of anything (which was the whole reason she drank in the first place). Blinking confusedly, she tried to focus on the blurry outline of the figure approaching. It was very familiar, she thought. “M-Myra?” She hazarded, after a long, sluggish moment.

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 Posted: Dec 6 2016, 10:39 AM
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The room had started to spin after awhile. Myra wasn't sure why, since she wasn't exactly walking around. Or was she? Blinking, the witch looked hard and long at the display she held onto, wondering if it had always been Christmas ornaments. Looking around herself—slowly—Myra found a display of chocolate, admiring the picture of candied trains before she wondered aloud if she hadn't just been near that display instead. Her words were muffled coming out, but she discarded them quickly as soon as she heard Soledad. "Oi, ye! It's me!" She said, a small chuckle coming after as she had to reach out to the ornament display with her other hand now to hold herself up. "Where are you?" Was she hiding? Or maybe working?

Myra frowned. No, that didn't sound right. What did Soledad need to do for the shop? It changed all the bloody time, what would be the point in stocking it or rearranging displays?

Suddenly, Myra's eyes shot open wide, a small gasp escaping her lips as she leaned against the display, knocking some boxes over. "Oh shit," she half-whispered, looking around the shop as a sudden thought hit her: how did Soledad keep inventory? How did she order anything if the shop always changed? Every. Day. The shop was something different. Hell, Myra wouldn't have been surprised if the shop changed by visit sometimes—the thing was that bizarre, and fickle in her opinion, if she considered the shop having a personality. Which, in her current state, didn't sound so strange.

"Soledad you fantastic bwitch," she said, last word slurred between bitch and witch as she hadn't been quick enough to decide what to call her neighbor. "You are one crafty, SMART little genius. How in the hell do you do anything with your shop?" She asked, pounding gently with a closed fist against the ornament display she still leaned against. Either Soledad was drowning in money from never needing to spend anything on inventory, or... or something. Myra couldn't honestly fathom what else could be the case. This late in her life, the witch had been sure there wasn't anything that could baffle her outside of muggle things. Apparently, there was plenty of mind games magic had in store for her.

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 Posted: Feb 20 2017, 07:18 AM
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The usually calm and gentle voice of her neighbor sounded like nails pounding into her head at the moment. Solded knew from long experience that was just the alcohol talking, but the metaphor still seemed all too apt. Thankfully, said long experience had also equipped her with an amazing pain tolerance (one not just born from alcohol ingestion), so she was mostly able to shove it aside and reply, with only a slight slur, “I’m right h-here!” Even her own voice seemed too loud, she thought with a faint wince.

Slowly, all too aware that she’d gone a little over her usual alcohol limit tonight, Soledad tried to find her friend amidst the maze of a shop her crazy great-aunt had saddled her with. Honestly, some days she thought being back in prison would be better, which was saying something. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, and the witch was honestly lucky to have a roof over her head at all. The fact that the roof happened to be over a psychotic magical shop that seemed determined to make her hate this pointless holiday even more seemed to be about the kind of karma she deserved. If she was being perfectly honestly, Soledad didn’t even really need the reminders. No matter what the shop looked like today, she would have remembered anyway.

A flash of dimpled smile and mischievous eyes passed through her mind, and her heart clenched in response. But before she could drift off into more painful memories of the past, Myra’s popped up and she remembered where she was. Blinking away the ghosts from her eyes, she searched for her neighbour again, a little more determinedly this time. The woman was so clearly offering herself as distraction, so who was Soledad to deny her? With carefully slow steps on shaky legs, the shop owner headed for where she thought Myra was. Thankfully for her alcohol-abused body, she guessed right the first time and the other woman swimmed blurrily into view.

“M-Myra,” Soledad called out, with a small hiccup. “What’re you… d-doing here?” As far as she knew, they didn’t exactly have plans, and while the two of them were friends, they weren’t really the sort who just dropped by each other’s places on Christmas like this. As she slowly moved closer, she realized something was not quite right with this picture in more ways than one. “W-wait, are y-you---drunk?

The strange rambling words (that strangely echoed Soledad’s thoughts) as well as the slight slur to them certainly answered the question for her. Blinking, and suddenly feeling quite sober, Soledad spoke, with a half-amused, half-admiring tone, “Damn, chica.

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 Posted: Feb 20 2017, 10:28 AM
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"Oh!" Myra screamed, jumping at the sudden---somehow unexpected---appearance of her neighbor. The jolt nearly made the witch stumble, her arms reaching out to grab hold of the display she stood beside for balance. The movement made a few boxes fall off, and as they hit the floor with a dampened thud!, Myra revealed her teeth in a surprised expression, pressing them together as she drew air in between them. "I can pay for those," she said quickly, struggling a little to hold herself up and get away from the display before she knocked anything else over. Granted, she had no idea how many things had toppled over and crashed into the floor, but she didn't really want to pay for the whole store. She wasn't that bloody rich.

Soledad's accusation was enough to spark a flash of sobriety into the witch to help her stand upright again, her hand thrusting at the other woman, palm facing her as if to signal her to stop. "Now, now, now now, now," she said, stumbling over the word and repeating it until it sounded like a real word. "Don't go assuming these things. I'm not drunk, chickaaa," she said, trying not to slur her words as she clarified the situation. "I'm just a little buzzed. It happens, it's life. Plus, I'm a single woman with a business and a big house all to myself and somehow I'm alone for the holidays and I haven't had a date in years which means, you know," she said, motioning to her body and looking at Soledad seriously for a moment.

Serious, here, meant one eye was struggling to remain open while the other seemed to bug out a little more than was natural, but she remained convinced she looked rather serious and mature. "Anyway, ladies like me need to have fun. I know you understand," she said, jokingly waving a hand at the woman. "So I went out with a few friends and we drank some wine. Then some more. Then topped off the night with a shot of tequila, but in my defense, it was from México," she said, stressing the country's name as a native might have said it. "That shite, apparently, you sip so if I'm... if I'm a little more than buzzed---which I'm not!," the woman insisted before continuing, "then that's why. The stuff moves slow and hits hard."

Casually, the woman moved the hair at her cheeks back and away from her face, gracelessly getting her finger stuck within the curly jungle that was her hair. "Oh fuck," she muttered, her other hand tugging at her hair to try and coax it into releasing her finger. She struggled for a second, a blush staining her cheeks as she suddenly realized she wasn't making a good case to Soledad now. Wanting to prove herself, Myra began walking toward the other woman, her heels wobbling at every step before lining up steadily enough for her continue walking. She reached her neighbor just as she finally managed to untangle her finger, a triumphant look on her face as smiled brightly, proud at her accomplishment.

"Now, where were we. Oh, yes. Your lights are still on and the doors still open," she said, stating the painfully obvious. "I just came in to make sure you weren't being robbed and such. Also, since I'm here, you are invited to my house for music and snacks and a nice supper later on Christmas. All my treat, as long as you bring a nice bottle of wine," she said, deciding on the spot that she really did want company for Christmas, and that of anyone, Soledad could probably be convinced to come so last minute. Plus, the other woman was fun, and she'd done her a wonderful deed by forcing her to go out to Bora Bora with her. Not many people could say they had coerced Myra Odell to leave her life in Hogsmeade, even if it was only temporary. Soledad was special, and that wasn't entirely the alcohol talking. At least she was pretty sure it wasn't.

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 Posted: Feb 25 2017, 08:43 AM
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Soledad didn’t think she’d been particularly stealthy about her approach, considering the drunken stagger she’d used to get there, where she’d collided with the far too close together shelves enough times that she was sure her elbows were more bruise than skin by the time she finally got close to Myra. Even so, the other woman practically jumped in the air once she spoke, looking like a spooked, and rather confused, deer in the headlights. Or maybe, a bull in a china shop, if the way several boxes flew off the shelves was any indication. Wincing at the level of noise more than any damage to her products, Soledad waved off the apology with a slightly shaky hand. “S’no problem. Shop’ll r-reset soon enough.”

It was all too true, and just one more reason Soledad could so easily work in the shop alone. In all honesty, there was very little that needed to be done, as the store practically ran itself. All she needed to do was count the money and make sure no sneaky hands got into the items. Sure, it would restock with the next guest, but it was principle of the thing--not to mention the money she’d potentially lose. In any case, Myra was a friend, and Soledad was far too drunk to care about money at the moment. It wasn’t like she had rent to pay or anything like that.

Any further thought on the matter was quickly lost to the mist as Myra spoke up again, gaining Soledad’s full attention--or what remained of it, in her current inebriated state anyway. What did remain was very highly amused by the rambling defense the other woman gave. In fact, Soledad outright snorted at the unconvincing words, especially paired with a serious look that seemed more like she was struggling not to puke. The words about being single and not having a date in years might’ve hit her hard in another situation, but Soledad was still wrapped in the warm blanket alcohol afforded her, and it was hard to feel too alone when Myra was in front of her acting like a complete dork.

Case in point, the explanation that followed. Soledad chuckled at the picture Myra was painting with her words. It was hard to see the other woman in a place like a bar, apparently drinking like a champ. That was a scenario more familiar with her own exploits, and seemed ill-fitting on a woman who had to forcibly pulled away from her home to get her to go on vacation. Shaking her head, and getting a little dizzy in the process, Soledad spoke, “Sounds l-like a trip. Should I be j-jealous you didn’t invite me?” Of course, the witch had been busy with her own drinking, not at all hampered by the cheerfully lonely setting of her shop. Even if she had been invited, she likely would’ve refused, unable to go out and be with people when all her thoughts were centered on a boy long gone.

The thought was almost enough send her back into a tailspin of depression once more when Myra suddenly swore, and Soledad looked up to see the other woman embroiled in a fight against her hair, of all this. A startled laugh escaped her lips at the sight, the ghosts of the past vanishing in the warm light of the present sight before her. Eventually, Myra got control of herself again, just in time for Soledad’s laughter to peter off. Still out of breath, the other woman seized the moment to redirect the conversation, with a suggestion that made Soledad briefly blink in confusion. “W-what?” Brow furrowing, she asked dumbly, “Now?” It had been a very long time since she had spent Christmas with someone she actually gave half a damn about.

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The witch mumbled something incoherent, the syllables not even forming in her mind as she lost track of what she had meant to say. With a dismissive wave of her hand, Myra reached out to place her hand along her friend's shoulder, partially as a way to try and console her for whatever ill feelings that might have creeped in at not feeling included in what Myra had done before, and partially as a way to keep herself steady. A wave of exhaustion hit her out of nowhere, and she wanted to do her best to keep upright, figuring Soledad looked steady and stable enough.

"Ah-huh," the witch stammered, forgetting the date. Was it Christmas already, or were there still a few weeks to go? Regardless, it wasn't as if her house would look any different. She already had her decorations put up around the living room and outside, snowflake shaped orbs floating along the trim of her house just in the same manner as she'd seen in books about muggle homes. Inside she had holly laying about in decorative bundles, and poinsettias scattered about evenly, to compliment the greens of the tree she had put up against a window in her living room. "Sure, sure, sure. What difference does it make when - now is as good as any, though I need to cook-" the woman hiccuped, giddily laughing at the tickle it sent down her chin. "Cook," she reiterated, a lingering smile on her lips as she closed her eyes and tried to think about what she had in the fridge at home. She thought she had enough for a decent supper, if not one as grand as her typical Christmas one.

But if she wanted to treat them and cook, she had to sober up. With that thought in mind, Myra attempted to shake herself free of the haze that muddled her mind and lulled her senses, hoping to dispel her inebriation by the act alone. "It'll be great. We can sing Christmas carols if you want -- probably just in my living room because I don't really fancy going out after this," she explained, opening her eyes and tilting back slightly from the sudden burst of vision.

"Oh, shit," she announced suddenly, frowning at herself. "It's a bit rude of me to assume you don't have plans already. Were you planning on something else for Christmas?" If it wasn't Christmas yet---the woman still needed a calendar to confirm---then right then seemed as good as any to celebrate together. It sounded fun, to think of spending a Christmas with her neighbor, even if they were both likely to just spiral further down in the drunken stupor they were either at already, or very near.

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 Posted: Mar 14 2017, 06:02 AM
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Soledad probably should not have been so surprised to hear her neighbor reply affirmatively. Well, she wasn’t too surprised by the slurring, as the other woman was clearly a lightweight when it came to her alcohol. On that note, this was probably a drunken decision caused by the impaired judgement that came with being so thoroughly sloshed. Shaking her head--and feeling almost immediately dizzy because of it--Soledad quickly raised a hand up. “W-woah, Myra. You are clearly drunk. Let’s not make any hasty decisions, si?”

What other reason could her neighbor have to invite a person like her on a family holiday like this? Surely, the other woman, unlike her, had friends and family, maybe even a significant other to share this with? There was no room for the broken and lonely on occasions like this, other than their own sad and empty homes. Maybe, there was room for a seedy drunken tryst at an even seedier motel somewhere, as Soledad had spent her Christmases on occasion, but nothing like what Myra was offering. A home-cooked meal, a warm fire, a close friend? Those were all things Soledad lost any right to a long time ago.

The witch had a soft, wistfully fond, smile on her face, as Myra obliviously ranted on about cooking, showing just how drunk she was as she randomly giggled at the word. Brow furrowing in concern, Soledad stepped forward, placing a steadying hand on the other woman’s shoulder as she asked, “Are you alright? You should get some food in you, soak up that alcohol. But you definitely shouldn’t cook.” A drunk woman plus an open flame was nothing but a recipe for disaster. Soledad certainly had the burn scars to prove that statement true.

Once more, the other witch offered a tempting vision. Soledad could only recall the Little Match Girl, comforted and taunted by the images of things she could never have on a lonely bitter cold winter night. It was a long time since she was ever so small, but somehow, in that moment, she felt so. The child in her could only whisper, spilling her heart’s secret desires. “That sounds nice.”

Lost in the images her mind conjured, Soledad was startled by her neighbor’s sudden question. Enough for whatever mask of composure she had to slip as she laughed bitterly, “My only plans are with a bottle of tequila and whatever sad sack I manage to pick up at the local dive bar.”

Ho-fucking-ho, what a Merry Christmas, she thought.

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 Posted: Mar 20 2017, 12:53 PM
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Myra could have fallen back from the implication that she'd ever make a bad decision while slightly drunk. She could have laughed at it, too, though both responses were likely due to the booze swirling in her veins. Regardless, the former badger hardly found herself regretting anything she did. She could count on one hand the boyfriends she had had over her lifetime, and none of them were looked back on bitterly. Just the same, the occasional date she had gone on when she had been saving up to open her bakery after graduation, were all reminisced with a gentle smile, if not a joking snort at remembering how, at almost each date, she'd thought quite gleefully, this is the one!

Even in her other escapades, Myra couldn't say she could remember much to feel the gripes of regret over. The hedge she had crashed into while learning how to fly? She could only shrug at it. Or that time she'd lost her beater's bat from how hard she'd tried to swing as a tiny second year, all to impress the professor and earn a spot on the Hufflepuff team? She didn't even cringe at the fact that the bat had hit the professor.

Actually, she did feel remorse for that. And probably a number of things that her befuddled mind couldn't reach for at the moment. Even so, the woman didn't think she would ever regret inviting a friend over for supper. Even if the other woman trashed her house, Myra was sure she'd forgive her for it, and invite her over again. With restrictions, likely, because she wasn't a mother and she didn't have time to be cleaning up anyone's messes. She made enough of them on her own to fulfill any maternal need to tidy up a disaster.

Myra leaned into her neighbor, thoughts mixing in her head and giving her the beginnings of a headache as a result. "Hmm no, no, no. No regrets, just us," she thought she'd heard something similar somewhere, and it sounded fitting in her mind to say it. "I'll be your sorry sack! I could pick you up at a bar. I can be desirable," she defended, pushing herself up and stepping back from the former lioness. She dropped a hip, titled her butt back a little as she threw her head back, one hand held behind her head while the other rested on her raised hip as she tried to accentuate her features. "Seeeeeeee?? Strong, sexy, intelligent - I'm a twenty on a scale of ten!" To that, the woman laughed out loud at herself, unable to contain the giddiness from how untrue everything she said was. Myra Odell could not flirt with the best of them. She wasn't suave, wasn't crafty, and she was hardly sensual, unless she was guided into it. Whatever she could do amounted to something more comical, something far more laughable than sexy. If nothing else, it was hopefully charming, but she could never be sure.

Myra found bluntness to work more in her favor, if past experiences in romances said anything. This, she thought, was no different, and as she recomposed herself after a hefty fit of laughter, Myra shook her head and rested her hands against her hips. "Alright, alright. But seriously, no, I do want you over. I like tequila - let's share chicaaaa!" She had some alcohol at home, even if she wasn't much of a drinker. They were mostly remnants of a time in her distant youth when she'd first been legally able to drink, and did it mostly because it was new and so mature. That phase had ended quickly. Throwing up enough times on the side of her bed ensured she grew out of all that sooner than later.

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