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Louise listened intently, nodding once and giving him a half smile. Elbowing him in the side she gave him a quiet laugh. “Hey, if it counts for anything you’re just as good looking as a guy with two arms.”

Then again, Louise’s general perception of men went as follows; Scum, scum, scum, dirtbag, scum, nice boy, scum, perv, dirtbag….but she wasn’t about to inform Miran of that, he looked sad enough right now without her making him feel worse.

She frowned slightly. Wonderful, her reputation was ruined. All it took was one person saying she was a softy and knowing it was true before everyone started losing respect for her. Sighing she drained her drink. Where Miran was on his, what, third?, Louise was going much slower. Ordering another, this one stronger and hopefully more potent she leaned back against the wooden bars on her stool.

“Are you shittin’ me? I beat his a** the first day I met the perv.” And it was true. Less than ten minutes into their first conversation and Louise had him pinned to the floor, crushing all the major boy parts beneath her army boots. And she’d done it with pizzazz! No one calls her “Princess” and gets away with it.

Louise shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. Personally, I think he just likes staring at my boobs.” A vague hand gesture to that specific area of the female anatomy and then her drink arrived. Grinning she picked it up and took a sip, letting out a quiet, satisfactory “Ah,” before setting it down. Mm, the burn of alcohol.

Cocking her head to the side she stared at him with one eye. “Why so interested in my relationship with Brooks?” She asked, lifting her glass to her lips again. Ooh, that bubbly feeling was quite nice now that she thought about it....

Louise arched a red-brown eyebrow and stared at him with a blank look of disbelief. Her perception that this was still just a social call was, simply put, shattered. Taking a slow drink she ignored the question for as long as possible. If she weren’t well on her way to being drunk it would’ve been an instant “No,” but since that light blush had crept onto her cheeks “No” came out a little differently…

“Okay.” Another sip of her drink and she shook the glass lightly, careful not to spill the lovely little liquid as she stirred it.

Louise frowned and glared. “I’m not drunk.” And she wasn’t. Louise had a very high tolerance to alcohol but in the sense that she’d start getting that bubbly feeling right away but she wouldn’t be like, hang over drunk until #6.

Rolling her eyes, yes, both of them, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away, sulking like any good girl in her position would. Did he really think she was that incapable of making decisions. “Geeze, you shouldn’t have asked if you didn’t want an answer.”

Louise gave a quiet snort and looked at him through her bangs, one eye shinning through. “Gee, ya think?” Tossing her hair off of her face with a flick of her head she continued to sulk and be catty. So much for this s**t…

"Hey Laurel." He began to wonder why he was still coming to this bar. "How've things been at the library?"

"Wow. And all that's happened at the movies has been a disgruntled old lady who forgot where she was halfway through it." He laughed a bit to himself remembering the crazy old lady. "Drink? Sure."