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It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (eristic) wrote in paxletalelogs,

She at least gave him a dip of her head, a sparse acknowledgment of his welcome. The sentiment was nice, but he was right in thinking she didn't need nor want it. No, she'd had enough welcoming to last her whole stay here, which hopefully wouldn't be too long. She could not wait to get to her bike and let all of these thoughts just drift away with the wind.

But that next part made her laugh, perhaps a little too derisively. The image of someone going at their hair with sharp objects while inebriated was just something she'd probably have tried, but she couldn't remember (which wasn't all that surprising, really). She didn't see any ghastly scarring, so either he hadn't been that drunk or he'd managed to steer clear of any mortal injuries.

"So...you thought that being smashed would make it easier, or did the idea occur after the fact?" She did want to hear about this, because, hey, funny stories. Everybody has 'em, and the thought of this kid almost stabbing himself in the eye gave her a perverted amusement.