For Good Times and Bad

Claire

Claire

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Nov 10, 2013
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Kiyana looked over at the guy to her left, quickly, as he tried to say sorry, or something. "Well you did, you can't take it back, unless your power is to redo time, in which case, I really don't want to relive that. Not now.' She moved more over to her right and looked at the other guy.

"He's drunk, I know that much." She whispered to him and smiled. Kiyana then sat up more comfortably in her seat, getting tired of having to always lean to a side when one person was freaking her out. She took a small sip from her glass, but then realized that she didn't want to be like the guy beside her. At least she didn't want to get drunk around two people she didn't even know.

For her, those types of things were for people that you can trust. "Wait, are you're leaving?" She looked over to the guy to her left, then back to her right, then again did the same thing. "I don't know..." She said. "Wouldn't he follow us? Or do you think he will even remember any of this? He will surely remember us, and then you know, make a weird story to cover up the fact that we left him."

She sighed and looked up at the man. "Just, don't leave me here with him."
 
Critical

Critical

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Jan 30, 2014
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"Y'all have a goodnight. Don't stay out too late!"

He waved the two of them off, winking at Kiril like he had gotten lucky with the young woman. Jacob would remain at the bar and have a few more drinks. It was nice meeting other people. In his slightly drunken stupor, however, he started to feel just the slightest inkling of resentment. It was a feeling he would not normally have had if he were sober.

Kiyana was a nice girl. He felt nothing against her, except a little apologetic for his actions. The Kiril guy though? He was nice enough, but the sum total of his words and actions did not cast him in a nice light.

Jacob, even sober, would never really understand those kinds of people. The kind of people who seem to go out of their way to be dismissive and snobby, yet would not do so until someone else was in their presence. They were so... pathetic. Why the hell were they out and about if they did not like people that much? If Kiril had wanted a drink, he could have stayed at home and jerked off to himself reading Nietzsche in a mirror.

"Eh. His loss. Barkeep! Another drink for me, and tell me what their tab was..."
 
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