M - running up that road
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Hybrid recoiled, half in surprise and half in disgust. If he joined her? Why would he ever do that? Surely she knew he did not indulge in the many hedonistic whims of his fellow clan-members. Surely she recalled the Halloween when the entire clan had tried to cajole him into trying all sorts of horrible substances. He grimaced and then sneered after he realized it was just a jab. If that was what he got for trying to be pleasant, it wasn't surprising that he never talked to her. She never had anything respectful to say in turn. Moreover, to make matters worse, he didn't like the light and airy quality voice, which made it sound like she was gently cooing to him. It was like she was a bird and he was her friend. But he was not her friend and she was not a bird, so he knew she was making fun of him and he did not like being made fun of.

She shifted closer and then extended her arm to him, brandishing a bottle of who-knows-what with a flourish. She even winked!

Hybrid could not help but notice the slur and imprecise pronounciation of her words as she spoke. He tried not to wince, but it didn't work. Not only was he being made fun of, he was being made fun of by a drunk girl. How pathetic!

"No," he repied with a sneer and something of a sour grimace, "thank you." He paused and then frowned. "I don't drink." But she knew that already.


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