Yuuki of the Strata
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- Posted: Wed, 09 May 2012 03:23:41 +0000
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The stuff’ll kill you? Sure felt like it. Slowly Yvette opened one eye to look at the man, only to see his expression mocking her. She could feel annoyance start to bubble under her skin. She hated that look. He thought down on her. She had just realized. Her eye went from the cracked glass that was being waved in front of her to the man that leaned in. The next few words would set her on fire. One thing Yvette hated was to be looked down upon. To be called weak.
Yvette was not weak.
She was never weak.
She will never be weak.
A loud growl and Yvette pulled her head from the table. She instinctively reached out and grabbed the man’s collar. “Oi, I ain’t weak.” She shot daggers into him, wanting her glare to penetrate his sunglasses and melt his eyes. Fortunately she didn’t have heat vision. The quick movement made her sway slightly before she moved in closer, pulling him closer as well. “I ain’t no ********’ pansy, got it? I can handle another shot.” She roughly let go, pushing him back slightly before reaching to snatch the glass from him. “Pour.”
She would show him. She could handle it. Who did he think she was? Well probably some random chick that was asking for a death wish with that kind of drinking, but hey. He would soon enough learn who she was. He would learn either by her drinking or through an extra hole in his face. Either way worked for her.
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