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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 5856133" data-attributes="member: 79171">Clover stood at the end of the alley, watching her friends hide their various weapons. Playing lookout, she gave a couple of passerby a death stare as they neared; clearly trying to see why two people had disappeared down the alley. No surprisingly, her glare averted any awkward questions.Waiting too long, she finally hissed down the alley, "Come on, already!"In the crook of her crossed arms rested her small purse, containing her compact mirror, cell phone, and wallet--containing a couple of $20s, credit and bank cards, student ID, and New York State ID (not a driver's license). She had left her handgun at home that evening but, as was becoming usual, had her bull whip wrapped firmly around her waist and under her shirt--readily available if needed. Cocky and confident, she was sure that she wouldn't have a problem getting into the club with the concealed whip, and equally as certain that she could bluff her way around any problem surrounding that same weapon.Finally, she saw Ruby and Koln, arm in arm, walking back out of the alley; as though for a midnight stroll. Swallowing her usual feelings of jealousy at the scene, she briskly hurried them towards the line to get into the club.</blockquote>