My nerves are still shot. I'm shaking even though I'm trying to calm the fuck down. I take another sip of champagne. It's slightly sweet and nutty. I let the bubbles go down my throat like stones. It's fizziness flood down my throat.
"My you look young." A voice says.
I turn. An older female. 60s. Definitely not the purple wolf. She didn't have the mark either.
"You don't look a day over 30." I say.
She laughs.
"Tell me, do you know the Purple Wolf?" I ask.
"Only through the name. She's one of those bad girls." The old woman scoffs.
"I do beg your pardon?" I ask.
"She's known for her attitude. No man has ever betrayed her and lived." The old woman says.
"Intresting." I say.
"Tell me, why are you here? Are you a drug dealer?" She asks.
"No. I'm much more interesting." My voice changes.
"Do tell." She walks forward.
"Miss... I have to go." I push off of her.
"Oh alright." She smiles.
Phew. Crap this is more nerve-wracking than I thought. I just need to keep my cool and not panic.
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