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Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Sadly there's a slavering mass who like to read about the dramatic downfall of people in the public eye," she said, curling her lip in disgust. Prior becoming famous she'd been part of the mass herself sometimes. Since then she'd rather lost the taste for it. "I tend to assume most journalism is a load of shit these days. Especially if the Prophet is involved."

The fact she'd brought him up short was attractive as hell and when he confirmed he was interested she smiled. A far less smirking and more genuine version than she often displayed. "Drink up, you'll need your energy," she said, even has her hand came to rest on his leg, thumb drawing random sweeping patterns. She casually finished her own drink, scratching her short nails slightly along his leg as she stood. "I'll be outside," she said, leaning in as if saying goodbye. Somehow she doubted she'd be waiting very long.

She made her way easily out of the pub using the same method as earlier and leaned casually against the wall.