07-08-2011, 01:08 AM
Finally she was free to move as she wished once more, turning around she caught the smirk upon his face and made a mental note to smack him another at some point just for the smug look. Git had thoroughly humiliated her and she could do nothing but meekly sulk over to the bar and slump on the stool next to his and accept the free drink; from the looks of things she was gonna be needing more drinks than she had initially anticipated to brighten her mood. As he complimented her, she lifted her shoulders in a slight shrug, simply acknowledging the fact as it was; she’d caught him a good blow and he couldn’t deny her of that.
Instead of responding nicely, she cocked her head at him and mimicked the smirk she’d seen on his face moments ago. “How’s ya balls, mate?” she asked, her voice taking on a more playful note. It was a low blow, but she was sulking and it was the best she could come up with. Not to long after the other had ordered the drink, the bartender returned and she scooped the glass up and took a long, very much needed, drink.
When the other questioned her, she turned to face him and gave him her best ‘get stuffed’ expression. “Skipping over the commoner’s basic introductions and skipping straight to personal enquiry, oh how his royal highness demands so much.” She retorted and then paused, bringing an arm up and resting a elbow upon the bar and dropping her face into her raised palm. “Then let me ask you, why’d you go picking fights in a bar?” answer a question with a question to avoid talking about her self was her plan of action now.
Instead of responding nicely, she cocked her head at him and mimicked the smirk she’d seen on his face moments ago. “How’s ya balls, mate?” she asked, her voice taking on a more playful note. It was a low blow, but she was sulking and it was the best she could come up with. Not to long after the other had ordered the drink, the bartender returned and she scooped the glass up and took a long, very much needed, drink.
When the other questioned her, she turned to face him and gave him her best ‘get stuffed’ expression. “Skipping over the commoner’s basic introductions and skipping straight to personal enquiry, oh how his royal highness demands so much.” She retorted and then paused, bringing an arm up and resting a elbow upon the bar and dropping her face into her raised palm. “Then let me ask you, why’d you go picking fights in a bar?” answer a question with a question to avoid talking about her self was her plan of action now.