[Cereza did not imagine that purple. There was indeed a little hat goblin behind the counter where the bartender wasn't looking, rummaging through the stash. Sooner or later she felt eyes on her and looked up, and for that moment stared eye to eye with Cereza...]
[Until she flashed a grin and lifted a bottle of tomato juice approvingly. Because hell yeah.]
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[Until she flashed a grin and lifted a bottle of tomato juice approvingly. Because hell yeah.]