Olivia sat on the bar tamborete, fezes at Amber's Club. She took a sip of her cerveja even if she was underage. Amber, the clubes owner, and Olivia both knew that her Alien counter part never allowed her to get drunk on human alcohol. Amber popped her head form the back of the bar, "Ahy! Ollie! Some-a-ones on the phoon (phone) fo (for) ya lass!" Olivia looked up from the cerveja and set it down. "How'd they know i'd be here? And who is it Amber?" Olivia asked. Amber shrugged, her light red hair, covering one green eye as she handed Olivia the phone.
"Hello? Who is this?" she asked hesitantly, "Uh, this is the...
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