She smacks him in the shoulder for that one, scowling. The bartender grins at Liam and says something about having a live one there, and the scowl shifts into a glare, directed with pinpoint precision at the bartender.
"I'm wound perfectly fine," she mutters, eyeing the shots as they're poured. "And I don't drink." Much. Anymore. Okay, that's a lie, but she's feeling contentious.
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timeasmymeasure
i need one for sophia
Date: 2013-09-25 07:36 pm (UTC)"I'm wound perfectly fine," she mutters, eyeing the shots as they're poured. "And I don't drink." Much. Anymore. Okay, that's a lie, but she's feeling contentious.