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“Alright, you're absolutely fucking useless with any kind of lockpick. Got it.” Jackal crossed her arms and sighed at the blue haired bun in front of her. “Can't manage with a good one, a bobby pin, credit card… Fuck it, I guess I'm stuck doing it.” She nabbed the pick away from Cora and paced, rethinking her previously formulated plans of having Cora pick the lock while she distracted anyone that came through by feigning sudden interest in the church of sulfur. She paused suddenly ...

"Hops?" Cora tipped his head to the side, watching the bartender tip her head back to down a drink, before she swiftly spun on her heel and smacked the glass down behind her, face flushing slightly after being caught. Cora grinned a little, amused.  "Oh! Oh good. It's just you." She giggled a little and glanced around, glad that it was just Cora coming in for a mixology lesson. "You spooked me for a second there. You came for a lesson, right?" She smiled and quickly made a little frui...