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08-16-2014, 10:33 PM
I'm more or less ignorant of those that approach and surround us. Damaris lies down at my side as I drink from my pouch, yawning and flashing her fangs. I let the drink fall to my chest again and savor the burn as it trickles down my throat and into my belly. "Aahh..." It tastes so great and smoothes over so much in my belly and my mind. I look over and find that someone has approached me. That someone.. is actually someone I know. Bellona, the strange peacock lady that came in and went away with Seele. I watch her warily, and what's crazier is that she speaks to me. We didn't depart on very good terms, and she was quite rude to me the last time I saw her. 'What's that?' She looks down at the pouch of drink that is now resting against my chest again. I look up at her, watching her gaze travel over me briefly. I clear my throat and stick my nose a little higher in the air, trying to look haughty. "It's my vodka. What interest is it to you, spy?" I choose not to use her name, taking the low road and keeping up a snotty attitude. Damaris growls, but it isn't at Bellona, it's at me for being a snot. This is not how to win over the ladies and get them in bed, but I still hold a small grudge from before - can you tell? I look over her and can't imagine why she's come to talk to me, or what she might be interested in whatever I'm doing. And if she wants to have some of MY vodka? Well, she's better be prepared to suck up pretty hard.
@[Bellona]
Rostislav
more than a drunken fool
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