"No, we walked," she answered simply, shifting to get comfortable before reaching out and snagging the shot. With a little smirk aimed in his direction, she slammed it back, wincing at the bitter flavour, and tapped the glass to the bar, her smile blossoming back into place. "He just doesn't think I'm old enough to take care of myself. Or maybe he wants someone to take care of him - who knows."
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Date: 2014-07-18 05:48 am (UTC)