Beatrix
Beatrix peered at the stranger, as she placed her bowl on the table. She could smell the whiskey and her lips curved slightly as if she were amused that anyone would approach her. “I prefer to keep the company of better-looking people, not drunken slobs.” She stated, carefully, withdrawing her closest hand from the table as the man reached for her, only to find his wrist caught by her brother.
Her lips pulled back into a wide grin, displaying her glee at this turn of events, as she watched the man apologize and step away. “You should really be more respectful, you know. Drunken slob or not, not everyone is as nice as my brother.” She stated, matter-of-factly, as if the man might need this advice later in his life, and for all she knew, he very well might. Her smile had faded like perhaps she was hoping for more from the stranger, but it seemed that not everyone was used to Jace’s touch. How intriguing. She filed this knowledge away for later pondering.
“It’s good that you know when to apologize though, there's some hope for you yet, but not with me. Goodbye,” she waved a hand, dismissing the man from their space and her mind, as she turned back to her stew and her brother. She did not thank him, for keeping the man from touching her. It’s a given, or so she assumed.
Her lips pulled back into a wide grin, displaying her glee at this turn of events, as she watched the man apologize and step away. “You should really be more respectful, you know. Drunken slob or not, not everyone is as nice as my brother.” She stated, matter-of-factly, as if the man might need this advice later in his life, and for all she knew, he very well might. Her smile had faded like perhaps she was hoping for more from the stranger, but it seemed that not everyone was used to Jace’s touch. How intriguing. She filed this knowledge away for later pondering.
“It’s good that you know when to apologize though, there's some hope for you yet, but not with me. Goodbye,” she waved a hand, dismissing the man from their space and her mind, as she turned back to her stew and her brother. She did not thank him, for keeping the man from touching her. It’s a given, or so she assumed.
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
