Phoebe
"Nope, totally serious. You're about as pleasant to be around as a used up chamber pot." she said with a huff, glaring as he took her cup away from her and down the rest of it. "You're not even supposed to be drinking!" she said, just before he told her off for chiding him. "Then don't carry me back. Just leave me here. It'll make you much happier anyways if I was miserable or worse anyways." she groused at him, crossing her arms.
"Experienced in what, being a miserable prick?" she grumbled, glaring at him. And she wasn't sure why, but all of a sudden she felt warmth bubble up in her core - and not from the alcohol either. Ugh - why did he had to be so attractive when he was pissed off! She glared at him before waving down the bartender again. "Can you tell me somethin'? Iffn' you hadta get married tuh me, how stupid pissed wouldduu be?" she asked the man, leaning on the bar as she fluttered her lashes at him.
The gruff looking man chuckled and leaned in towards her, a nasty smirk on his lips. "Nat pissed at'tall gotta say, gettin' a pretty lass like you tuh bed." he said shaking his head, figuring she was just looking for a compliment - drunk ladies liked that you know.
Phoebe nodded her head in an exaggerated manner. "Well dis idjit is mad 'cause hesssmarried tuh me! And now I dun think I'm so bad that it'd be mad 'bout it." she mumbled, glaring at Jata as she held her new cup of alcohol protectively.
"Experienced in what, being a miserable prick?" she grumbled, glaring at him. And she wasn't sure why, but all of a sudden she felt warmth bubble up in her core - and not from the alcohol either. Ugh - why did he had to be so attractive when he was pissed off! She glared at him before waving down the bartender again. "Can you tell me somethin'? Iffn' you hadta get married tuh me, how stupid pissed wouldduu be?" she asked the man, leaning on the bar as she fluttered her lashes at him.
The gruff looking man chuckled and leaned in towards her, a nasty smirk on his lips. "Nat pissed at'tall gotta say, gettin' a pretty lass like you tuh bed." he said shaking his head, figuring she was just looking for a compliment - drunk ladies liked that you know.
Phoebe nodded her head in an exaggerated manner. "Well dis idjit is mad 'cause hesssmarried tuh me! And now I dun think I'm so bad that it'd be mad 'bout it." she mumbled, glaring at Jata as she held her new cup of alcohol protectively.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
