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She made a mock-innocent face at Dorcas before letting it dissolve back into its previous amused expression. She? Do something? Never.
"Fuck 'im," which was easy to say; Charlie had never been big on people telling her what to do, even if she was pulling down a paycheck. She knew she wasn't really one to talk, because if she screwed over her current job, she risked screwing up her parole. The whining was starting to irk her a little, breaking up the amusement she'd been feeling prior. Readjusting her horns (the headband was digging into her skull a little), she picked up a napkin and used it to clean her hands, leaving the crumpled ball on the table for someone else to deal with.
"'Course, you could always just whine about it. That fixes everything," she gave one last comment to the situation as she looked longingly towards the bar. Yeah, that'd turn the night around.