Raven selects Argent.

Raven pouted, shaking her head. "I can only pick one?" "I'm afraid so," I replied. I'm not MADE of money for fuck's sake. Raven sighed and continued to think about it, chewing on her bottom lip. Finally she spoke up again.

"I want to invite Argent," Raven said with a surprising amount of confidence in her voice. I could see that. Argent seemed like the type of girl Raven would get along with. Both had a certain gothic flare to them, though Raven's was more evident in her personality. Then again, anyone who carves an anarky symbol into their own chest must be pretty hardcore. ...maybe she was more punk then goth. Eh, questions for another time.

"Argent huh? What's she like?" I asked. Snuggling closer to me, Raven kissed my face before speaking. Obviously she was getting aroused again. "Well, Argent..."