Post by Layla G. Harlow on Oct 24, 2015 23:44:05 GMT
Layla shrugged, "Suit yourself." She didn't quite care what his reasoning for being a stick in the mud was. The only reason she was drinking was because she knew she wasn't getting anywhere any time soon. By the time the storm passed she'd be plenty sober. She wasn't some light weight either. She couldn't be if she was going to work at a bar where more often than she'd like, guys and even some girls bought her a shot and she couldn't say no. She poured herself another shot and tipped it back, setting the glass down on the counter.
Her eyes wandered the bar. It was eerily quiet around here, usually by this time she'd be on her way back to where she called home. She hadn't stayed so late at the bar before. Layla tapped her fingers on the bar counter, a quiet thrumming against the hum of the storm outside. "Are you always so indifferent about everything?" She asked quietly without looking up at him. If they were going to spend the whole night in here together she definitely wasn't going to be sleeping, so she figured it might not be a bad idea to perhaps try to coax a less douchey side out of him.
"I mean it makes sense and all, keeps your head level I guess, but it's not always a bad thing to let your emotions take over either," Layla finally looked up at him and realized she might have said a little more than she meant to. It wasn't the alcohol speaking yet, and she was pretty sure she wouldn't want to be talking about anything personal when that time came, so it might be better just to get it out of the way now.
Her eyes wandered the bar. It was eerily quiet around here, usually by this time she'd be on her way back to where she called home. She hadn't stayed so late at the bar before. Layla tapped her fingers on the bar counter, a quiet thrumming against the hum of the storm outside. "Are you always so indifferent about everything?" She asked quietly without looking up at him. If they were going to spend the whole night in here together she definitely wasn't going to be sleeping, so she figured it might not be a bad idea to perhaps try to coax a less douchey side out of him.
"I mean it makes sense and all, keeps your head level I guess, but it's not always a bad thing to let your emotions take over either," Layla finally looked up at him and realized she might have said a little more than she meant to. It wasn't the alcohol speaking yet, and she was pretty sure she wouldn't want to be talking about anything personal when that time came, so it might be better just to get it out of the way now.