"Really? A recording artist wouldn't know English? Please, you would be the first to know it. THESE people have no clue, as you can tell by their expressions." What was that about assumptions?
"Glad I was right," she taunted again, just catching the door. "The second there's a declaration of boundaries, you go play it off like I'm the crazy one. Like I'm missing out on something spectacular? Right buddy. So excited to see what that personality gets you."
Fuck. She needed to take a cab. There was no way she was waiting for them to chase after her, make her understand what an honor it was. Wren headed quickly to the bar, snatched a napkin and wiped her face with it, hands almost tearing the flimsy paper apart from shaking. A quick dab to her eyes was done before the paper was stuffed into her clutch and she took a deep, cleansing breath. Head up, straighten the crown, keep your dignity. She headed outside, determined to ignore everything around her as she tried to get a ride. Just because she was in a decent place in the city didn't mean there were derelicts about. And they had no problems voicing their 'attraction' to the Pretty Girl, offering anything and everything if she needed a ride home. Pricing was negotiable!
She played it off as if she didn't understand Thai. When one of the slimes grabbed her wrist, she spun again, twisting her wrist out of his grasp. She wasn't fast enough to slip out of the grip of the second guy, pretending to be her 'boyfriend' and it was a shame she drank too much already and he was going to get a cab for them to leave in. Only not and she was really trying to fight him off.
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Date: 2023-11-02 02:21 am (UTC)"Glad I was right," she taunted again, just catching the door. "The second there's a declaration of boundaries, you go play it off like I'm the crazy one. Like I'm missing out on something spectacular? Right buddy. So excited to see what that personality gets you."
Fuck. She needed to take a cab. There was no way she was waiting for them to chase after her, make her understand what an honor it was. Wren headed quickly to the bar, snatched a napkin and wiped her face with it, hands almost tearing the flimsy paper apart from shaking. A quick dab to her eyes was done before the paper was stuffed into her clutch and she took a deep, cleansing breath. Head up, straighten the crown, keep your dignity. She headed outside, determined to ignore everything around her as she tried to get a ride. Just because she was in a decent place in the city didn't mean there were derelicts about. And they had no problems voicing their 'attraction' to the Pretty Girl, offering anything and everything if she needed a ride home. Pricing was negotiable!
She played it off as if she didn't understand Thai. When one of the slimes grabbed her wrist, she spun again, twisting her wrist out of his grasp. She wasn't fast enough to slip out of the grip of the second guy, pretending to be her 'boyfriend' and it was a shame she drank too much already and he was going to get a cab for them to leave in. Only not and she was really trying to fight him off.