Aarien came bouncing down the stairs, her long blonde hair loose and flying, and plonked herself on a barstool. "Oo, blue! I've heard things about blue, what were they? Oh yeah, 'don't'. That'll happen. I'll have some of that peach champagne, Riv, thanks."
She turned her face to the dark man already sitting at the bar and looked him over quite openly. "I haven't seen you here before. Not that that's suprising. Dagar. I'm Aarien."
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