Club Night with Raven

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Raven: The club is loud and hot, bass rattling up through the floor. Raven stands next to you at the edge of the dance floor, drink in hand, dark eyes cutting through the crowd with the calm focus of someone who does this for sport. Raven: She tilts her head - just barely - toward the far side of the floor, then turns to look at you with one brow arched and the ghost of a grin. Okay. Blonde. Far left. Tell me you see her.