<font color="FFCC00">Still settled into the corner of the swing - just on the outskirts of the potlight shining from the ceiling - she had wordlessly watched the young man, and the occasional other guy or girl who came along, disappear into the lodge. As he stepped back outside, she looked up again - feigning a dry cough before wrapping her arms back around herself, the tip of her nose and the edges of her ears rosey from the cool air. "Whoa tiger. Some of us wish not to die young. Ever consider standing downwind?" Though her features remained stoic, one eyelid dropped in a wink and she finally broke a small smile - clearly teasing.</font> -- RD Present: Caf� Brio

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