gretchen watkins is the spice of life (toffer) wrote in changedrpg,
Gretch watched him as he stood, her fingers twitching towards her wand in its holster, though he took a step towards her, he didn't reach out for her and she relaxed slightly. She gestured to herself, aware that she was looking particularly spicy tonight. "You want to buy some bird to sleep with, you go somewhere else. I'm not for sale."
Never mind that she would've shagged him for free, now it wasn't going to happen at all. She reached past him and snapped up his whisky, knocking it back before slamming the glass onto the bar and apparating out with a loud crack.