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Andrea Rojas loves shopping and breaking faces in. (avengingwarrior) wrote in wariscoming,

Andrea let out a snort again. "I have nothing against shorter men but if I wanted anyone to sweep me off my feet-which I don't-it wouldn't be a man like you." She hadn't meant it to come off sounding as insulting as it had but it did and she wasn't caring enough to take it back. Well, she wasn't letting herself care enough. She still wasn't quite that drunk yet. Damn it.

"I usually do." She muttered before taking more of the vanilla vodka into her cup. She actually turned to look up at him then, and the first words that came out of her mouth were 'I don't think Clark would go clubbing' which caused her to frown. So she was going to try again and the thought that passed her brain was 'Lois really isn't in the mo --', quickly followed by 'Kara and Gwen might be -- ' and 'Ruby in a club might be fu -- '. However, she didn't say any of that. Instead, she just gave him a pissy look before turning attention back to her cup and finishing it in one gulp. Coughing only a little.

Just like that she reached out and snatched the rum from right next to him. Pulling it next to her but not pouring any of the contents into the cup, simply staring at the label. Thinking that maybe she should make some Bananas Fosters the next day, if there was any rum left. "I've never been a person to care what other people say. And besides, I don't have any friends." The last words were said almost definitely, as if daring Clark Kent to come down and say different. Dios, she hoped he didn't. She didn't need to start her migraine any earlier than necessary.