Jia Li scoffed at him. She knew how to suck up pain. She was a dancer, and she’d been trained in many forms. One didn’t know real pain until they tried ballet, tried to stand on the tips of their toes for the first few times. She had had bruises all over her legs and feet for a long time, and her toenails had been blackened when she had forgotten to trim her toenails back far enough. He likely couldn’t understand real pain. He was probably too inebriated to ever know anything other than a dull ache.
The dryad said nothing when he accused her of littering. Had he not caught the bloodied tissue, she would have picked it up and stuffed it into her bag. However, she knew saying anything about her intentions would just give him more ammunition to say something snarky about her. The action had been more a way to gross him out that had obviously failed.
She didn’t know what his species was. Though she doubted he was human with the way he had run, some supernatural beings were able to contract illnesses like humans. Then again, she really couldn’t contract those kinds of illnesses, so her blood wouldn’t be anything deadly. However, even with immunity to such things, some creatures weren’t very fond of blood.
“Just because you probably fantasize about metrosexual frat boys doesn’t mean I do.” In fact, she didn’t usually fantasize sexually about anyone. Jia Li had never had sex, and she didn’t masturbate. Her usual fantasies were about life in general and not a sexual act. That didn’t mean she didn’t think about it occasionally, but frat boys seemed a little too stupid and fake to be featured in her fantasies. Of course, if Alissa ever discovered her roommate didn’t masturbate, she knew the elf would probably drop everything to go buy her a dildo or something.
Jia Li just stared at him when he said what he did about her hand scarring. This wasn’t something about which she cared. The terrible burn scar running over the length of her leg was more worrisome than something so small, and that had actually been the most painful thing she had ever experienced. In comparison, the cut on her hand and the ache caused from his kicking it was nothing. “You know what? You’re absolutely right. This is nothing.” She had only been trying to make him feel bad with the hopes that he would actually be kind to her.
She stuffed the package of tissues into her bag and forgot about the pain. It was small and quickly ebbing away anyway. The dryad ignored his comment about her being a drama queen. He was sort of right about it in a sense, but she wouldn’t have done it just for attention. She’d done it to make him be nice which had obviously backfired.
Jia Li glared at him. “I didn’t vote for that red-neck. Those idiot humans did. Why would anyone like us vote for someone like him who is not only completely against our kind but can’t even respect his own people if they’re not straight, white, male Republicans?” Just the thought of the former President Bush got her furious. “Anyway, we don’t have as much to worry about any more with the new President. At least he’s a little better toward supernaturals.”