Re: O'Brien, Leah?, Open
Leah twisted her lips to one side in a failed attempt to hide a smile, her expression clearly sending a message of see my point? Her brows rose when he turned the conversation to drunk strippers and hookers. "It only counts if you didn't enjoy it. And if you're telling me you punched a stripper for kissing you..." She didn't finish her sentence, mostly because it was only a joke and she enjoyed bringing out his defensive side.
"I'd say it wasn't a vanity thing, but I wouldn't want to walk around with a black eye to prove that it makes anyone look horrible. So you'll just have to take my word for it. I still stand by my offer of finding you an eye patch." Everyone had endured better days than what were occurring now, which meant the question 'are you okay?' was pointless as far as general conversation. Only if someone was injured did the question seem appropriate.
"I'm not good with names either. Or nicknames, for that matter. If I don't know someone's name, I stick with 'hey, you!'"
It was an appealing idea, ridding the world of people like Baby Thor. On the other hand, if he'd survived this long, that had to mean he was capable of something, right? Leah was tolerated for similar reasons. Fearless and deadly with her machetes. Maybe that was worth people swallowing down her insults and dealing with them. She had an attitude problem, but she was useful. If she ever encountered Baby Thor in person and he proved himself a worthy ally? Maybe she could learn to tolerate him... once she or someone else had taken him down several pegs.
"Why hide the body when there are hungry zombies that would be ecstatic to get another meal?" One of the fancily dressed women standing near them at the refreshment table gave Leah a sickened and appalled look before ducking back into the crowd with her paper cup filled with champagne. Some people just couldn't handle a realistic conversation.
Her attention returned to O'Brien once he'd finished ruminating over the familiarity of Baby Thor and apologized for putting her through the ordeal that was his company. In all honesty, she didn't mind the company. It was the bonding she had an aversion to. And whereas O'Brien had a camera to fiddle with, Leah had nothing but the crowd of party-goers to distract her attention from him. She found herself wishing the pants she was wearing had pockets. She didn't know how stuffing her hands out of sight would help things, but it was something to do.
Something like that. She didn't really expect him to reveal who he'd asked about her. Maybe they'd told him not to, for fear that she'd be angry with them. That wasn't far from the truth. Whatever had been said, though, obviously hadn't done much to sway O'Brien's opinion of her. Leah nodded her confirmation that something had, indeed, been said about her. Her lips parted, wanting to say... what? An excuse? An explanation? An insult? She didn't know.