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Fantima grinned happily. "Nope! Can't be more then a thank you!" She straightened the collar of her dress shirt before sauntering over. "And perhaps i do want a kiss, Nyx?" she joked again, nudging her with her elbow. "Just maybe?" When Damian spoke up, she just laughed. "Alright, alright. We better be able to drop in on Mickey, though!" Mickey was just a bartender at a club that Fantima frequented, and he was a pretty cool guy - although his speech had a tendency to be horribly slurred and barely understandable, although Tim didn't seem to have any problem understanding him. "And then we can get free drinks! Old hag, bad! Free booze, good! Free booze, very very good!" she laughed, sauntering backwards towards the door before turning and slamming face-first into the wall right next to it. Despite Fantima being smooth most of the time, you could never really get that little ounce of 'not quite there' out of her.

(Sorry about that guys =/ Life jumped in and was like 'ABLOOGYWOOGIEWOO'. It does that sometimes.)