06-25-2014, 06:41 AM
Well, well, well…
She watched as the two men sized each other up, produced a surprisingly dainty snort, and shook her head before focusing back on her beer. While in her drunken fog, she doubted that either one of them saw her as any sort of prize, Zoya couldn’t help but feel a little smug about her situation. A look around the room revealed the women from earlier giving her current grouping a glance; one which she quickly misinterpreted. That’s right she-hulks, eat your hearts out.
As Ivan talked, her attention went back to him and she started to laugh; eventually needing to replace her glass on the table. She gave him the same tale she’d had shared with Hood, except this version included some giggles and curses about rusty containers, grabby men, wasting a perfectly good drink, and a description of how one of them had likely made a nice dent on the bar. “In the end, what I still don’t get is how that thing got zapped from out of nowhere. Thank God for faulty electrical equip…equip…outlets!”
She drank more of her beer. Aside from that little stumble of her words, she really didn’t think she was too far gone. The subject of the outlet was something she hadn’t had too much time to wrap her mind around, however. How had that happen? Did it really matter?
“Also, I think I should stop breaking into places for a while.”
She watched as the two men sized each other up, produced a surprisingly dainty snort, and shook her head before focusing back on her beer. While in her drunken fog, she doubted that either one of them saw her as any sort of prize, Zoya couldn’t help but feel a little smug about her situation. A look around the room revealed the women from earlier giving her current grouping a glance; one which she quickly misinterpreted. That’s right she-hulks, eat your hearts out.
As Ivan talked, her attention went back to him and she started to laugh; eventually needing to replace her glass on the table. She gave him the same tale she’d had shared with Hood, except this version included some giggles and curses about rusty containers, grabby men, wasting a perfectly good drink, and a description of how one of them had likely made a nice dent on the bar. “In the end, what I still don’t get is how that thing got zapped from out of nowhere. Thank God for faulty electrical equip…equip…outlets!”
She drank more of her beer. Aside from that little stumble of her words, she really didn’t think she was too far gone. The subject of the outlet was something she hadn’t had too much time to wrap her mind around, however. How had that happen? Did it really matter?
“Also, I think I should stop breaking into places for a while.”