Angelina Johnson (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fiercebird) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
His tone may have brooked no argument, but to Angie, that was merely a challenge. "You can call it what you like, but I'd still call it gawking. Though not to the extent of being a slack-jawed idiot," she amended. "At least, unlike others, you can still carry on a conversation when you're eyes to tits." The next comment though had her own jaw setting. "One or two drinks doesn't suddenly make me incapable of seeing properly, Warrington. Ever thought you're just so accustomed to your own face, you don't see what others do?"
She exhaled though the sound was exasperated and irritated. "I usually am this friendly. I can handle my liquor, though my sanity might be questionable. I've got to be mad to keep talking to you when you're this irritable. Or are you always this irritable?" She didn't comment further on where he lived. She knew the area of Gwenydd, but not extremely well. "If I'm bothering you, I could leave you alone to glower at the crowd and hope something else of interest happens." She was certain she could find someone else to talk to who was more personable.