(I'm jumping in here, okay?)
Tinge sat the glass down, drumming her fingers against the counter. She glanced around the room at some of the smaller groups, letting a sigh escape her lips. The tavern made her feel very out of place. The brunette ran a hand through her short hair, before resting her chin on her hand, leaning forward so that long bangs obscured her face. She contemplated saying something- to anyone, really- but decided against such. It wouldn't matter anyway, would it?
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