Post by Altair Stone on May 11, 2009 21:14:22 GMT -5
Altair felt as though she should be bemoaning the state of the world. It seemed to be a popular action to take now-a-days, but Altair couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead she just sat, her back against the local bar and watched as people walked. She had five dollars sitting pretty in her pocket- she could go in and get a drink. But, drinks were mostly piss these days. She might've chuckled at the phrase if she didn't suspect it was true.
On cue, a drunk was thrown out of the bar and onto the street. He noticed her and bent down, drunkenly putting one arm over her head and leering down at her. She supposed he thought he looked attractive. "You're a pretty lady- what'd you say, wanna buy some dinner with me?
She did not want to buy dinner with him. Altair hated stupidity and strong smells. A drunkard, in her opinion, had both of these traits. "No. Leave." Altair simply stated, her eyes flicking briefly up to look at him. Depending on what type of drunk he was she might've just started a fight. But- on the plus side- he was a drunk. Which meant he had money- which he might mysteriously lose in a scuffle.
On cue, a drunk was thrown out of the bar and onto the street. He noticed her and bent down, drunkenly putting one arm over her head and leering down at her. She supposed he thought he looked attractive. "You're a pretty lady- what'd you say, wanna buy some dinner with me?
She did not want to buy dinner with him. Altair hated stupidity and strong smells. A drunkard, in her opinion, had both of these traits. "No. Leave." Altair simply stated, her eyes flicking briefly up to look at him. Depending on what type of drunk he was she might've just started a fight. But- on the plus side- he was a drunk. Which meant he had money- which he might mysteriously lose in a scuffle.