Olivia sat on the bar schemel, hocker at Amber's Club. She took a sip of her bier even if she was underage. Amber, the Clubs 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 bier 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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