[ One might think Rose is a masochist for coming to the Citadel for how much she complains about the shoddy DJing. In reality, she's more a sadist than anything. And she just really wants a semi-decent drink and is apparently willing to suffer through the terrible mixing to get it. The poor blond cringes when the music shifts from Africa by Toto to Def Leppard though.
She's contemplating leaving, actually, when suddenly there's someone in her personal bubble. It's not the first time someone's offered to buy her a drink (and hopefully, it won't be the last) but- A single eyebrow raises and smile tugs at the corner of her lips at that admittedly smooth recovery. Okay. This person has got some game, consider her intrigued. ]
And what about me? Do you think I'm just right?
[ It's likely hard to believe that this was the woman crying over her inability to hold hands just a little over a year ago. ]
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She's contemplating leaving, actually, when suddenly there's someone in her personal bubble. It's not the first time someone's offered to buy her a drink (and hopefully, it won't be the last) but- A single eyebrow raises and smile tugs at the corner of her lips at that admittedly smooth recovery. Okay. This person has got some game, consider her intrigued. ]
And what about me? Do you think I'm just right?
[ It's likely hard to believe that this was the woman crying over her inability to hold hands just a little over a year ago. ]