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Gabrielle Lennox (thatsjustright) wrote in bellumlogs,

She couldn't help but grin back at him--it did indeed suit him, and it was infectious. Something about him seemed much different than the average high schooler. He was definitely, at the very least, more level headed, she decided, again thinking to the fact that he was not at all kicking her out for, oh, randomly trespassing in his apartment. She did, however, note that he didn't seem to ever glance at her, and struggled to decide if it was because he was wierded out by her being there or if it was because she'd had some kind of wardrobe malfunction and he was just too polite to tell her.

Her brows furrowed when he made a comment about not knowing what was in the flask. She'd been corrupted at such a young age that his relative innocence in the matter surprised her. "It's alcohol," she said, uncapping it and glancing in, as if she could see the whiskey through the dark, small opening at the top. "Whiskey, to be exact. I'd offer you some, but..." she made a face, part apologetic, part sheepish. "Well, you're probably not of age, and I don't want to do to you what was done to me at your age." Phrased a bit oddly, she realized, and she quickly corrected, "--that is, being introduced to this sort of thing too early. Bad stuff." He probably wouldn't know why she disliked the phrasing, but in her mind, it reminded her too much of other things from her past that she wouldn't wish on anyone.

She smiled as he took a small step in her direction. "That's fine," she said, herself crossing the space until she was no farther than two or three feet from him. "I'm full of bad habits." She extended her hand to shake again. "I don't think I ever got your name?"