Allison had spotted America the second she entered the apartment, her outfit made it hard not to. The smell of more fresh latkes made her smile as she drew near, so popping up from between two conversing guests moments after she walked through the door, it was with that same smile she gave America a little sideways hug with her arm around her shoulders.
"My favorite Latina making latkes...it's like something from a Seventies sitcom." she teased. "Seriously, though, I'm glad you came. C'mon, food table is over here, booze isn't much further...does alcohol even affect you? I never asked about that."
Which wasn't too strange, since she'd been busy beating up gangbangers at the time, but that sort of conversation wasn't exactly fit for polite company.
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Allison had spotted America the second she entered the apartment, her outfit made it hard not to. The smell of more fresh latkes made her smile as she drew near, so popping up from between two conversing guests moments after she walked through the door, it was with that same smile she gave America a little sideways hug with her arm around her shoulders.
"My favorite Latina making latkes...it's like something from a Seventies sitcom." she teased. "Seriously, though, I'm glad you came. C'mon, food table is over here, booze isn't much further...does alcohol even affect you? I never asked about that."
Which wasn't too strange, since she'd been busy beating up gangbangers at the time, but that sort of conversation wasn't exactly fit for polite company.