i've been drinking alone

I'm not beaten by this yet

If there was still alcohol left in front of her at this point, Ingrid downed it before pushing herself off her bar stool to follow Sunjata into the back. She headed down a long corridor to a side room, and a thought flickered through her mind: this was definitely how all murder stories started... Whatever. He was hot.

"You can stay as long as you like."

She paused a few feet from the door. If she just walked in there, he'd probably make the first move, and Ingrid got the feeling that he made the first move a lot.

She couldn't exactly let herself be routine now could she? So without another thought, she strode towards him, letting herself walk right into him as she put a hand on his shoulder for balance. Her other arm wrapped around him and her hand landed on his back, keeping her in place with what little pressure she could muster given her absolute shit strength stat.

"So?"

You can't tell me to regret