As Crea made her way to the bar, she was painfully aware of his stares, but she thought to herself that even worse than just going ahead and ordering something to drink would be turning on her heel and leaving. And she was so much better than that, right? So, instead of leaving, Crea held her head just a little higher and strutted to the bar like she would be the most amazing person ever -- which she was, of course.
She ordered champagne, which seemed to fit to her whole appearance that day -- classy and elegant. It took the barman a little to ger her her drink, since a lot of people were waiting for their drinks, too, and Crea sat on one of the barstools. She noticed someone taking the seat next to her and yes, Tumblr knew this voice. Why again had she gone to the bar even though she knew that 4chan would be there? Crea honestly didn't know.
For a while, she sat next to 4chan in silence, hoping he would get bored and leave, but apparently leaving was not his intention. He hadn't said anything to her, and with every minute, Crea felt more and more uncomfortable. Why couldn't he just go? "Having fun," Tumblr asked conversationally as if his presence wouldn't bother her at all, but deep inside she was nervous about what would happen next.