[ How about that. He's hip with the lingo of questionable archetypes! He'll get points for that, but not many. It's more fun (as in, infuriating) when she can explain weird terms in the most convoluted ways possible.
On the bright side, that unexpected show of a new emotion (who knew he could raise his voice!) combined with him re-masking knocks the smarm off her face. She doesn't even manage a real response, only stammering out a few words before he's stormed off. This leaves her looking mildly annoyed and highly put out. People are supposed to subject themselves to her behavior for as long as she wants! And speaking of, who is he to tell her to stay put? She's a free woman! She can move around as much as she wants!
But...she'd rather not be alone. Grumbling, she pokes at the snack hoard and works on finishing up her cold coffee, since it's better than the dumb mimosa. This jerk!
...This jerk who's made her sputter into a cup for the second time in one day. Thankfully, none of it splashes out, but it was a close one. Back to being shocked again, then. And maybe more annoyed on the inside, because she hates being so expertly one-upped. ]
Er...
[ She stares. Watches him drink--no, chug--wine, then attempts to count just how many mimosas have been dragged over. Craziest of all, is he pouting? Her brain's short-circuiting. She has to lean away from him, because she's pretty sure he's going to be flammable any minute now. ]
Okay, so. Ehehe. I know I'm pretty new to this whole food and drink thing, but... [ Did she count twenty glasses? Twenty-five? And two more bottles of wine?! ] This seems dangerous, doesn't it?
[ She's cool and mature enough to know alcohol poisoning is a thing! ]
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On the bright side, that unexpected show of a new emotion (who knew he could raise his voice!) combined with him re-masking knocks the smarm off her face. She doesn't even manage a real response, only stammering out a few words before he's stormed off. This leaves her looking mildly annoyed and highly put out. People are supposed to subject themselves to her behavior for as long as she wants! And speaking of, who is he to tell her to stay put? She's a free woman! She can move around as much as she wants!
But...she'd rather not be alone. Grumbling, she pokes at the snack hoard and works on finishing up her cold coffee, since it's better than the dumb mimosa. This jerk!
...This jerk who's made her sputter into a cup for the second time in one day. Thankfully, none of it splashes out, but it was a close one. Back to being shocked again, then. And maybe more annoyed on the inside, because she hates being so expertly one-upped. ]
Er...
[ She stares. Watches him drink--no, chug--wine, then attempts to count just how many mimosas have been dragged over. Craziest of all, is he pouting? Her brain's short-circuiting. She has to lean away from him, because she's pretty sure he's going to be flammable any minute now. ]
Okay, so. Ehehe. I know I'm pretty new to this whole food and drink thing, but... [ Did she count twenty glasses? Twenty-five? And two more bottles of wine?! ] This seems dangerous, doesn't it?
[ She's cool and mature enough to know alcohol poisoning is a thing! ]