http://maierstorm.org/Vampire/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Hard_Luck_for_Wen_Tso 2026-05-09T13:38:50Z Revision history for this page on the wiki MediaWiki 1.39.11 http://maierstorm.org/Vampire/index.php?title=Hard_Luck_for_Wen_Tso&diff=99429&oldid=prev 2023-12-02T05:33:13Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 23:33, 1 December 2023</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l27">Line 27:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 27:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Unfortunately for Wen they were directly in her way and blocking her path. To the right the main dance floor surged with gyrating patrons and to the left were the crowded tables and booths that lined the outer wall. As she she came to a standstill waiting for them to move their struggle turned decidedly violent. Something sharp flashed in the neon glow and the guitar case was ripped open and something shattered on the floor between them. Wen did not see the item break because she was assaulted by a flurry of brilliant lights and then her awareness was swallowed by darkness.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Unfortunately for Wen they were directly in her way and blocking her path. To the right the main dance floor surged with gyrating patrons and to the left were the crowded tables and booths that lined the outer wall. As she she came to a standstill waiting for them to move their struggle turned decidedly violent. Something sharp flashed in the neon glow and the guitar case was ripped open and something shattered on the floor between them. Wen did not see the item break because she was assaulted by a flurry of brilliant lights and then her awareness was swallowed by darkness.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen Tso came back to the final stanzas of Hotel California</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen Tso came back to the final stanzas of Hotel California<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, something about pink champagne and mirrors on the ceiling, when she realized her eyes were open and there were mirrors on the ceiling. How had she not noticed that before?</ins></div></td></tr> </table>

Bruce http://maierstorm.org/Vampire/index.php?title=Hard_Luck_for_Wen_Tso&diff=99428&oldid=prev 2023-12-02T05:28:21Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 23:28, 1 December 2023</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l26">Line 26:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 26:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Unfortunately for Wen they were directly in her way and blocking her path. To the right the main dance floor surged with gyrating patrons and to the left were the crowded tables and booths that lined the outer wall. As she she came to a standstill waiting for them to move their struggle turned decidedly violent. Something sharp flashed in the neon glow and the guitar case was ripped open and something shattered on the floor between them. Wen did not see the item break because she was assaulted by a flurry of brilliant lights and then her awareness was swallowed by darkness.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Unfortunately for Wen they were directly in her way and blocking her path. To the right the main dance floor surged with gyrating patrons and to the left were the crowded tables and booths that lined the outer wall. As she she came to a standstill waiting for them to move their struggle turned decidedly violent. Something sharp flashed in the neon glow and the guitar case was ripped open and something shattered on the floor between them. Wen did not see the item break because she was assaulted by a flurry of brilliant lights and then her awareness was swallowed by darkness.</div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Wen Tso came back to the final stanzas of Hotel California</ins></div></td></tr> </table>

Bruce http://maierstorm.org/Vampire/index.php?title=Hard_Luck_for_Wen_Tso&diff=99426&oldid=prev 2023-12-02T05:19:33Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 23:19, 1 December 2023</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l25">Line 25:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 25:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. Which in hindsight is what drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men. One was large and imposing, an older working-class man with lots of tattoos and ruggedly dressed in denim. The other small and wiry, a young man with dark red hair and dressed in ratty jeans and a t-shirt. Individually neither really stood out in a crowd, but they were struggling with each other over a guitar case.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. Which in hindsight is what drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men. One was large and imposing, an older working-class man with lots of tattoos and ruggedly dressed in denim. The other small and wiry, a young man with dark red hair and dressed in ratty jeans and a t-shirt. Individually neither really stood out in a crowd, but they were struggling with each other over a guitar case.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Unfortunately for Wen they were directly in her way and blocking her path. To the right the main <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">fence </del>floor surged with <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">dancing </del>patrons and to the left were <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">thr </del>crowded tables and booths that lined the outer wall.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Unfortunately for Wen they were directly in her way and blocking her path. To the right the main <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">dance </ins>floor surged with <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">gyrating </ins>patrons and to the left were <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">the </ins>crowded tables and booths that lined the outer wall<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. As she she came to a standstill waiting for them to move their struggle turned decidedly violent. Something sharp flashed in the neon glow and the guitar case was ripped open and something shattered on the floor between them. Wen did not see the item break because she was assaulted by a flurry of brilliant lights and then her awareness was swallowed by darkness</ins>.</div></td></tr> </table>

Bruce http://maierstorm.org/Vampire/index.php?title=Hard_Luck_for_Wen_Tso&diff=99425&oldid=prev 2023-12-02T05:11:43Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 23:11, 1 December 2023</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l24">Line 24:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 24:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. Which in hindsight is what drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men. One was large and imposing, an older working-class man with lots of tattoos and ruggedly dressed in denim. The other small and wiry, a young man with dark red hair and dressed in ratty jeans and a t-shirt. Individually neither really stood out in a crowd, but they were struggling with each other over a guitar case.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. Which in hindsight is what drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men. One was large and imposing, an older working-class man with lots of tattoos and ruggedly dressed in denim. The other small and wiry, a young man with dark red hair and dressed in ratty jeans and a t-shirt. Individually neither really stood out in a crowd, but they were struggling with each other over a guitar case.</div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Unfortunately for Wen they were directly in her way and blocking her path. To the right the main fence floor surged with dancing patrons and to the left were thr crowded tables and booths that lined the outer wall.</ins></div></td></tr> </table>

Bruce http://maierstorm.org/Vampire/index.php?title=Hard_Luck_for_Wen_Tso&diff=99424&oldid=prev 2023-12-02T05:08:32Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 23:08, 1 December 2023</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l23">Line 23:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 23:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen lost track of time, the exchange students ordered a lot of drinks, and their party grew to a dozen as they made local friends. A half-dozen cover songs later Wen was making another trek across the crowded dance-floor. As she did so, she marveled at the club&#039;s decor, a blend of arabesque, classical and post-modern which somehow implied the otherworldly rather than seeming presumptuous and contrived.  </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen lost track of time, the exchange students ordered a lot of drinks, and their party grew to a dozen as they made local friends. A half-dozen cover songs later Wen was making another trek across the crowded dance-floor. As she did so, she marveled at the club&#039;s decor, a blend of arabesque, classical and post-modern which somehow implied the otherworldly rather than seeming presumptuous and contrived.  </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. Which in hindsight is what drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men. One was large and imposing, an older working-class man with lots of tattoos and ruggedly dressed in denim.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. Which in hindsight is what drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men. One was large and imposing, an older working-class man with lots of tattoos and ruggedly dressed in denim. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">The </ins>other small and wiry<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, a young man with dark red hair and dressed in ratty jeans and a t-shirt</ins>. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Individually neither really stood out in a crowd, but they </ins>were struggling with each other over a guitar case.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">and the </del>other small and wiry. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">They </del>were struggling with each other over a guitar case.</div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> </table>

Bruce http://maierstorm.org/Vampire/index.php?title=Hard_Luck_for_Wen_Tso&diff=99423&oldid=prev 2023-12-02T05:04:52Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 23:04, 1 December 2023</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l23">Line 23:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 23:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen lost track of time, the exchange students ordered a lot of drinks, and their party grew to a dozen as they made local friends. A half-dozen cover songs later Wen was making another trek across the crowded dance-floor. As she did so, she marveled at the club&#039;s decor, a blend of arabesque, classical and post-modern which somehow implied the otherworldly rather than seeming presumptuous and contrived.  </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen lost track of time, the exchange students ordered a lot of drinks, and their party grew to a dozen as they made local friends. A half-dozen cover songs later Wen was making another trek across the crowded dance-floor. As she did so, she marveled at the club&#039;s decor, a blend of arabesque, classical and post-modern which somehow implied the otherworldly rather than seeming presumptuous and contrived.  </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. Which in hindsight is what drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, one </del>large and imposing and the other small and wiry. They were struggling with each other over a guitar case.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. Which in hindsight is what drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. One was </ins>large and imposing<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, an older working-class man with lots of tattoos and ruggedly dressed in denim.</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>and the other small and wiry. They were struggling with each other over a guitar case.</div></td></tr> </table>

Bruce http://maierstorm.org/Vampire/index.php?title=Hard_Luck_for_Wen_Tso&diff=99422&oldid=prev 2023-12-02T05:01:11Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 23:01, 1 December 2023</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l17">Line 17:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 17:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Halfway across the floor the music died down with a change in DJs. The female DJ that had kept the club hopping with remixes of the latest Deep-House and Nu-Disco songs was stepping down as a wannabe rocker took the stage.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Halfway across the floor the music died down with a change in DJs. The female DJ that had kept the club hopping with remixes of the latest Deep-House and Nu-Disco songs was stepping down as a wannabe rocker took the stage.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen had just reached the party of seven when the drums started to roll and the guitar to growl out the first cords of Joan Jett&#039;s &quot;I love Rock&#039;n Roll.&quot; The singer&#039;s sultry baritone rolled over the crowd and everyone turned towards the stage. No one complained that she still held their drinks half forgotten as everyone began to follow along with the lyrics and the dance floor became wild and vibrant<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. Wen blinked. The seven exchange students were singing along karaoke style and Wen had to make herself stop dancing in place. The wannabe rocker on the stage was mesmerizing as he made love to the crowd and the music was infectious</del>.  </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen had just reached the party of seven when the drums started to roll and the guitar to growl out the first cords of Joan Jett&#039;s &quot;I love Rock&#039;n Roll.&quot; The singer&#039;s sultry baritone rolled over the crowd and everyone turned towards the stage. No one complained that she still held their drinks half forgotten as everyone began to follow along with the lyrics and the dance floor became wild and vibrant.  </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen lost track of time, the exchange students ordered a lot of drinks, and their party grew to a dozen as they made local friends. A half-dozen cover songs later Wen was making another trek across the crowded dance-floor. As she did so, she marveled at the club&#039;s decor, a blend of arabesque, classical and post-modern which somehow implied the otherworldly rather than seeming presumptuous and contrived. The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. Which in hindsight is drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Wen blinked. The seven exchange students were singing along karaoke style and Wen had to make herself stop dancing in place. The wannabe rocker on the stage was mesmerizing as he made love to the crowd and the music was infectious. </ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen lost track of time, the exchange students ordered a lot of drinks, and their party grew to a dozen as they made local friends. A half-dozen cover songs later Wen was making another trek across the crowded dance-floor. As she did so, she marveled at the club&#039;s decor, a blend of arabesque, classical and post-modern which somehow implied the otherworldly rather than seeming presumptuous and contrived.  </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. Which in hindsight is <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">what </ins>drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, one large and imposing and the other small and wiry. They were struggling with each other over a guitar case.</ins></div></td></tr> </table>

Bruce http://maierstorm.org/Vampire/index.php?title=Hard_Luck_for_Wen_Tso&diff=99421&oldid=prev 2023-12-02T04:56:00Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 22:56, 1 December 2023</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l13">Line 13:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 13:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>And with that said Laura put the tray of drinks in her hands and turned to help a rowdy group of women dressed like superheros in sprayed on latex.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>And with that said Laura put the tray of drinks in her hands and turned to help a rowdy group of women dressed like superheros in sprayed on latex.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen grumbled to herself as she worked her way around the dance-floor, in the process she had to dodge the groping hands of both drunk men and women. She tried to push aside her grumpiness at the bartender, in reality it was a lucky break, but her innate pessimism kept getting in the way. Halfway across the floor the music died down with a change in DJs. The female DJ that had kept the club hopping with remixes of the latest Deep-House and Nu-Disco songs was stepping down as a wannabe rocker took the stage.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen grumbled to herself as she worked her way around the dance-floor, in the process she had to dodge the groping hands of both drunk men and women. She tried to push aside her grumpiness at the bartender, in reality it was a lucky break, but her innate pessimism kept getting in the way.</div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Halfway across the floor the music died down with a change in DJs. The female DJ that had kept the club hopping with remixes of the latest Deep-House and Nu-Disco songs was stepping down as a wannabe rocker took the stage.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen had just reached the party of seven when the drums started to roll and the guitar to growl out the first cords of Joan Jett&#039;s &quot;I love Rock&#039;n Roll.&quot; The singer&#039;s sultry baritone rolled over the crowd and everyone turned towards the stage. No one complained that she still held their drinks half forgotten as everyone began to follow along with the lyrics and the dance floor became wild and vibrant. Wen blinked. The seven exchange students were singing along karaoke style and Wen had to make herself stop dancing in place. The wannabe rocker on the stage was mesmerizing as he made love to the crowd and the music was infectious.  </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen had just reached the party of seven when the drums started to roll and the guitar to growl out the first cords of Joan Jett&#039;s &quot;I love Rock&#039;n Roll.&quot; The singer&#039;s sultry baritone rolled over the crowd and everyone turned towards the stage. No one complained that she still held their drinks half forgotten as everyone began to follow along with the lyrics and the dance floor became wild and vibrant. Wen blinked. The seven exchange students were singing along karaoke style and Wen had to make herself stop dancing in place. The wannabe rocker on the stage was mesmerizing as he made love to the crowd and the music was infectious.  </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen lost track of time, the exchange students ordered a lot of drinks, and their party grew to a dozen as they made local friends. A half-dozen cover songs later Wen was making another trek across the crowded dance-floor. As she did so, she marveled at the club&#039;s decor, a blend of arabesque, classical and post-modern which somehow implied the otherworldly rather than seeming presumptuous and contrived. The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. Which in hindsight is drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen lost track of time, the exchange students ordered a lot of drinks, and their party grew to a dozen as they made local friends. A half-dozen cover songs later Wen was making another trek across the crowded dance-floor. As she did so, she marveled at the club&#039;s decor, a blend of arabesque, classical and post-modern which somehow implied the otherworldly rather than seeming presumptuous and contrived. The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. Which in hindsight is drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men</div></td></tr> </table>

Bruce http://maierstorm.org/Vampire/index.php?title=Hard_Luck_for_Wen_Tso&diff=99420&oldid=prev 2023-12-02T04:46:38Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 22:46, 1 December 2023</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l17">Line 17:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 17:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen had just reached the party of seven when the drums started to roll and the guitar to growl out the first cords of Joan Jett&#039;s &quot;I love Rock&#039;n Roll.&quot; The singer&#039;s sultry baritone rolled over the crowd and everyone turned towards the stage. No one complained that she still held their drinks half forgotten as everyone began to follow along with the lyrics and the dance floor became wild and vibrant. Wen blinked. The seven exchange students were singing along karaoke style and Wen had to make herself stop dancing in place. The wannabe rocker on the stage was mesmerizing as he made love to the crowd and the music was infectious.  </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen had just reached the party of seven when the drums started to roll and the guitar to growl out the first cords of Joan Jett&#039;s &quot;I love Rock&#039;n Roll.&quot; The singer&#039;s sultry baritone rolled over the crowd and everyone turned towards the stage. No one complained that she still held their drinks half forgotten as everyone began to follow along with the lyrics and the dance floor became wild and vibrant. Wen blinked. The seven exchange students were singing along karaoke style and Wen had to make herself stop dancing in place. The wannabe rocker on the stage was mesmerizing as he made love to the crowd and the music was infectious.  </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">lost track of time, the exchange students ordered a lot of drinks, and their party grew to a dozen as they made local friends. A half-dozen cover songs later Wen was making another trek </ins>across the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">crowded </ins>dance-floor. As she did so, she marveled at the club&#039;s decor, a blend of arabesque, classical and post-modern which somehow implied the otherworldly rather than seeming presumptuous and contrived. The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Which in hindsight is drew Wen&#039;s eyes to the two men</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Tso worked her way </del>across the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">main </del>dance-floor <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">of the Way-Down as she dodged the groping hands of the lonely and desperate on the one hand and the gyrating crowd on the other</del>. As she did so, she marveled <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">once more </del>at the club&#039;s decor, a blend of arabesque, classical and post-modern which somehow implied the otherworldly rather than seeming presumptuous and contrived. The dance-floor was a cloud of constantly changing shadows under the shifting patterns of amber and lavender lights.</div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> </table>

Bruce http://maierstorm.org/Vampire/index.php?title=Hard_Luck_for_Wen_Tso&diff=99419&oldid=prev 2023-12-02T04:36:53Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 22:36, 1 December 2023</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l13">Line 13:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 13:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>And with that said Laura put the tray of drinks in her hands and turned to help a rowdy group of women dressed like superheros in sprayed on latex.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>And with that said Laura put the tray of drinks in her hands and turned to help a rowdy group of women dressed like superheros in sprayed on latex.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen grumbled to herself as she worked her way around the dance-floor, in the process she had to dodge the groping hands of both drunk men and women. She tried to push aside her grumpiness at the bartender, in reality it was a lucky break, but her innate pessimism kept getting in the way. Halfway across the floor the music died down with a change in DJs. The female DJ that had kept the club hopping with remixes of the latest Deep-House and Nu-Disco songs was stepping down as a wannabe <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">punk-</del>rocker took the stage.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen grumbled to herself as she worked her way around the dance-floor, in the process she had to dodge the groping hands of both drunk men and women. She tried to push aside her grumpiness at the bartender, in reality it was a lucky break, but her innate pessimism kept getting in the way. Halfway across the floor the music died down with a change in DJs. The female DJ that had kept the club hopping with remixes of the latest Deep-House and Nu-Disco songs was stepping down as a wannabe rocker took the stage.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen had just reached the party of seven when the drums started to roll and the guitar to growl out the first cords of Joan Jett&#039;s &quot;I love Rock&#039;n Roll.&quot; The singer&#039;s sultry baritone rolled over the crowd and everyone turned towards the stage. No one complained that she still held their drinks half forgotten as everyone began to follow along with the lyrics and the dance floor became wild and vibrant. Wen blinked. The seven exchange students were singing along karaoke style and Wen had to make herself stop dancing in place. The wannabe rocker on the stage was mesmerizing as he made love to the crowd and the music was infectious.  </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wen had just reached the party of seven when the drums started to roll and the guitar to growl out the first cords of Joan Jett&#039;s &quot;I love Rock&#039;n Roll.&quot; The singer&#039;s sultry baritone rolled over the crowd and everyone turned towards the stage. No one complained that she still held their drinks half forgotten as everyone began to follow along with the lyrics and the dance floor became wild and vibrant. Wen blinked. The seven exchange students were singing along karaoke style and Wen had to make herself stop dancing in place. The wannabe rocker on the stage was mesmerizing as he made love to the crowd and the music was infectious.  </div></td></tr> </table>

Bruce