Take a Break With Me

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe gave Remi a flat look as he said that Safrin might perhaps be merciful if Bastien was acting in a manner that did not please her. "You got a real nice way of lookin' at everythin'. S'why I like you. But I don know iffin ya know this er'not but a real mad woman can be a real bitch." she said, then gasped and covered her mouth. "Sorry! Really uh...hell had no fury like a woman uhm...mad mad or whatever. But now think of a goddess gettin' mad... Phoebe shook her head and whistled in a tone that went from high to low in a manner characteristic for indicating something really bad happening. Then she caught herself on the side of her chair because, woah, shaking her head like that made her dizzy! The young midwife seemed confused by Remi's story though. "Why wus he on yer'roof?" she asked. She tried to drink more but found her glass empty. Phoebe pouted, her lower lip sticking out pitifully as she stared at it with sad puppy-dog eyes...which she then turned on her friend. "Is there more or did I drink it all?" she asked sadly. But his point still stood. All the pretty ones were possibly dumb. She sighed and slumped in her chair, her chin pressed against her collar bone, pouting once more. "Great. So imma end up with someun' dumb or ugly." she grumbled. Her eyes drooped for a moment, as drunkenness had a tendency to cause one to become quite sleepy. However, in the drunken meanderings of her brain, she stumbled on a thought and her eyes shot open. "Remi!! Am I a dumb one or an ugly one?!" she said in almost a panic, in her state having somehow come to the assumption that there were only two categories of potential mates in its attempt to create simplicity.