Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 0:59:49 GMT -5
Liv laughed easily. "Yeah, I guess that's true. Too bad, I could use some extra cash every now and again. Think any of them are feeble-minded enough to fall for it? I'd be willing to split the profit." She momentarily wondered what it must be like to have a little black book like his. To walk down the halls of school and see an entire mass of people that he had fooled around with. But then again, she was a fan of blending into the walls as much as possible at school. Always easier that way, scurrying from class to class with her nose in a book, unseen by most. Much different than the way he functioned, most likely. Though she doubted he spent much time hiding at all.
Was it bad that a part of her didn't mind how late her friend was? She doubted that James would pay that much attention to her once Molly arrived and she was… dare she say it, enjoying herself? God, the alcohol must be effecting her good judgement or he just wasn't such an ass when he was away from the group of soul-sucking scum that he was constantly surrounded by. "Well, if not, let the fun commence without them! Their fault if they miss all the good stuff."
She bit her lip and faced turned instantly red when he got close, thrown off by his action. Roving tuilli,* but his confident smirk brought about her own. No, he was not winning this one. Liv was not some girl that would fall for this. What would Immy do in this situation? Well, she would kick him in the balls and walk away so that was probably not the right person to reference in her head. She reached up with her hand and pinched his cheek. "With a face like this? Please. I've seen teddy bears more intimidating." Letting go, she tapped his nose with her fingertip and giggled. "But that was a valid effort, points for trying." She sipped her drink with a large smile, leaning back on the couch, trying to ignore how their legs were now touching from knee to hip when she sat like this.
*Gaelic curse, roughly translates to an insult between "bastard" and "ass"
Was it bad that a part of her didn't mind how late her friend was? She doubted that James would pay that much attention to her once Molly arrived and she was… dare she say it, enjoying herself? God, the alcohol must be effecting her good judgement or he just wasn't such an ass when he was away from the group of soul-sucking scum that he was constantly surrounded by. "Well, if not, let the fun commence without them! Their fault if they miss all the good stuff."
She bit her lip and faced turned instantly red when he got close, thrown off by his action. Roving tuilli,* but his confident smirk brought about her own. No, he was not winning this one. Liv was not some girl that would fall for this. What would Immy do in this situation? Well, she would kick him in the balls and walk away so that was probably not the right person to reference in her head. She reached up with her hand and pinched his cheek. "With a face like this? Please. I've seen teddy bears more intimidating." Letting go, she tapped his nose with her fingertip and giggled. "But that was a valid effort, points for trying." She sipped her drink with a large smile, leaning back on the couch, trying to ignore how their legs were now touching from knee to hip when she sat like this.
*Gaelic curse, roughly translates to an insult between "bastard" and "ass"