"So that means we won't be having a meaningful discussion about Heisenberg's uncertainty principle then? Well, damn, the whole evening is just ruined now. All that's left is to drink ourselves into a stupor and hope the universe sorts itself out. Though quantum theory will be severely set back by our brilliant minds turning to alcohol instead of its complexities. Someone call up Stephen Hawking and tell him he's on his own." She had been ignoring her tequila for a little while now and she felt this needed to be changed. Instead of pouring another shot she simply had a drink from the bottle, planning to down the whole thing before the evening was over.
She had started to wonder why she was still in San Francisco after all that she had been put through. After all, when she was living alone on the road she either cleared out or made the trouble back down when she encountered it. She had been a force to be reckoned with back then, when her biggest concern was what to do with the bodies of the idiots who tried to take advantage of her small stature and assumed weakness. Now she had to contend with magic and she felt about as strong against it as the kitten she was often called. It felt remarkably similar to living in the pride where she had to be concerned about pissing off the much bigger and stronger lionesses.
"Donno what to tell you about Leo, babe, but he's not the only guy around tonight. Maybe college boy has a few upperclassmen friends running around? Ones that know better than to try to impress a woman with his condom size."