[ Ray's eyes are scanning the crowd, landing on one of the older members of the Straw-Hat's. He can't stop the smirk -- predatory and almost too pleased with himself. He orders a second drink -- a warm drink, to chase the chill away from the beautiful woman. After getting and paying for it, he saunters towards her, coming up behind her to set the mug in front of her and then lean down and over her shoulder. ] Good evening, Nico Robin. [ he hums this so softly, mouth near her ear and a playful smile on his face, he moved quickly, darting to the side and tilting his head. ] May I take a seat?
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