008 ~*~ At least she can't drink and fly...

[notsogreatwall]

[ Action : Olney's Tavern : Open ]
[ If you're a regular at the bar, you might notice a new sigth in one of the stools. A tall red-haired Chinese woman in a plain green dress is making herself right at home, even if the drone workers don't particularly care about serving her anything other than weak, fruity, feminine drinks

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3 - on the lawn

[gezellighe]

[She looks nice with the flowers. . . ]

[notsogreatwall]

[ You could even say it's her place! Except that's only wishful thinking on her part. Grass is comfortable, though that rock she just rolled onto wasn't. ] Mrrr, who put that there?

[Meiling shifts her hand under her and tosses the rock away rather hard. Hopefully it doesn't hit anything important...]

[gezellighe]

Ow. . .

[He was so distracted at how cute she looked in the flowers that he didn't notice the rock until it hit his toe. He sets it in a spot in the garden.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ Meiling rolls over again and blinks up. ] --rocks don't say "ow". [ She stretches and sits up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. ]

[gezellighe]

No, they don't.

. . . comfortable?

[notsogreatwall]

But countries do, right? [ She laughs, resting her hands on top of her hand and giving him a dumb smile. ] A bit!

[gezellighe]

Ja, when rocks get thrown.

[He manages to look amused, though unsmiling.]

Need somebody to take you home?

[notsogreatwall]

[ She curls a hand into a fist, looking angry. ] Who did it?! Who threw a rock?! I'll--!

[gezellighe]

[He sits on his heels with a sigh, leaning down. There it is.]

You're drunk, right?

[notsogreatwall]

[ Headtilt. ] I am! Why d'you ask?