Re: Death of the Endless & Grace d'Argento
While Grace was having an alright time when it came to meeting people, she was ready for this to be done. Normally with the amount of interactions she had, Grace already would’ve punched, knee someone, or threatened someone with a knife back in her world. Then again this place was nothing like her world. Still, she had enough of the social interactions and was ready to be done. All she had to do was survive two more dates, then she could grab some food or whatever the fuck she felt like doing.
Getting a refill on her whiskey, she made her way over to the table to see who she figured was her next date. “Grace, nice to meet you,” she introduced herself before taking a sip of her drink as she sat down.