It was cold outside, that much was for certain. But there was a distinct chill in the air between Rielle and Aaron. It covered her skin in goosebumps and sent a shiver running down her back. It was for this very scenario that she hated the idea of public image sometimes. If she was such a stuck up bitch, then Aaron LaVigne had to have a worse reputation than her. He was kind of a dick. And yet, she knew he probably didn't. Why? She couldn't pinpoint, but it probably had to do with the fact that she was a girl. Or rich.
Either way, she bit her tongue, refusing to comment anymore on their small argument, because she knew there was no happy middle ground for them on it. She just took another sip and let him finish. Only when he was 100% done, did she bother to respond. And it was on the latter part of the conversation, rather than the former.
"I imagine people with something to lose aren't into gambling." She meant it in more ways than one, not just the obvious. "And wouldn't it be considered something to lose once you obtain it? That whole...idea of the person-- the person whom so much effort had been put into winning over-- how great they are, how interesting they are, how they make a person feel. Wouldn't that become something to lose?"