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Angelina Johnson (fiercebird) wrote in pandorarpg,

The self-proclaimed power drink across from Angie reached for his next shot of whiskey, his eyes bleary and his hand shaking. He got the glass halfway up before he and it slid slowly sideways out of the seat and onto the floor. there was a chorus of groans from his mates that was drowned out by the cheers when Angie seemingly effortlessly downed her own and slammed it down on the table.

Angie wasn't nearly as unfazed as she seemed however. She knew that she'd wobble if she stood and she ought to get some food in her so she could forge ahead. She put in and order for a massive plate of chips and then turned - a bit too quickly - at the sound of her name. She actually scowled when she saw who it was. "Bloody hell, Warrington why're you here?" she asked crossly, crossing her arms under her chest.

The rest of what he said filtered through and she snorted in a very unladylike sort of way. "Like I'd be getting my kit or - or off - for you. Bloody coincidence it is. I hardly ever even wear dresses." She was in fine form already.