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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 6049267" data-attributes="member: 79171">[OOC]Invoking the Ventrue powers of a fortified stomach! (knowing full well that she will have to throw it back up later)[/OOC]Clover caught her lip in her teeth as she regarded Lacey, and wondered if the girl was trying to say that there was more to this bar than met the eye. Before she could respond, however, Maureen came back with their drinks. The smell of the wines pulled at Clover's nose, bringing up memories from days long gone by. She took the white and swirled it by its stem, and slipped the proper bills out of her pocketbook, placing them on the table, "No, just the one drink, thank you. We're here for the show." She said the last part vaguely; was she talking about people watching, or was there actually a show going on?For appearances, she took a sip of the wine and let it trickle down her dead throat. The juice was bitter on her tongue, and too sweet. It bit and burned, but she was determined to swallow. It tasted like home.</blockquote>