<div style="text-align:justify;]<span style="font-size:10pt;]<span> </span>"A few more drinks like these and I'm sure I'll be willing to tell you all about it." Perfectly capable of holding her liquor, did not mean that she was immune to the effects. Not close enough to her supernatural bloodline to be immune to substances. She didn't even get the benefit of a higher tolerance, and a woman her size did not have much in the way of body weight to cushion her consumption. But that was not to say that she was sloppy. She cocked her head and listened to the sounds of the bar, willing to accept the silence between them because it wasn't uncomfortable. </span>[/align]
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[/align]<div style="text-align:justify;]<span style="font-size:10pt;]<span> </span>Isabella allowed him to attend to other patrons without protest. Not at all the clinging type or unwilling to let someone do their job for casual flirting. Going for her phone was like a reflex. Thoughtlessly occupying unoccupied time. There was not anything on the device that was actually more interesting than her current arrangement. She watched him interact with the scattering of needy patrons, but she did well to pretend otherwise until Anton returned; mumbling all the while. Bella didn't let the fact that she had heard him show on her face, because something about that seemed rude. </span>[/align]
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[/align]<div style="text-align:justify;]<span style="font-size:10pt;]<span> </span>She snuffed out her second cigarette as he leaned towards her once more; locking her phone on impulse. Single brow arched as she watched his features come closer. She laughed quietly. "The nickname is not a privilege," she corrected, as if that at all changed the nature of his statement. "No one calls me Isabella, it sounds weird." She continued, plucking the drink in question from the bar. She took a sip. "You're correct however, I've been too generous with information." She looked away from him and to the drink in her hand. She lifted it slightly, like she was toasting him. "Second drink brings more mystery. " </span>[/align]
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[/align]<div style="text-align:justify;]<span style="font-size:10pt;]<span> </span>Another sip, if it could be called that. Pulls of the beverage were becoming longer and closer in between. "Why don't you tell me something about yourself, Anton?" </span>[/align]
<div style="text-align:justify;]
[/align]<div style="text-align:justify;]<span style="font-size:10pt;]<span> </span>Isabella allowed him to attend to other patrons without protest. Not at all the clinging type or unwilling to let someone do their job for casual flirting. Going for her phone was like a reflex. Thoughtlessly occupying unoccupied time. There was not anything on the device that was actually more interesting than her current arrangement. She watched him interact with the scattering of needy patrons, but she did well to pretend otherwise until Anton returned; mumbling all the while. Bella didn't let the fact that she had heard him show on her face, because something about that seemed rude. </span>[/align]
<div style="text-align:justify;]
[/align]<div style="text-align:justify;]<span style="font-size:10pt;]<span> </span>She snuffed out her second cigarette as he leaned towards her once more; locking her phone on impulse. Single brow arched as she watched his features come closer. She laughed quietly. "The nickname is not a privilege," she corrected, as if that at all changed the nature of his statement. "No one calls me Isabella, it sounds weird." She continued, plucking the drink in question from the bar. She took a sip. "You're correct however, I've been too generous with information." She looked away from him and to the drink in her hand. She lifted it slightly, like she was toasting him. "Second drink brings more mystery. " </span>[/align]
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[/align]<div style="text-align:justify;]<span style="font-size:10pt;]<span> </span>Another sip, if it could be called that. Pulls of the beverage were becoming longer and closer in between. "Why don't you tell me something about yourself, Anton?" </span>[/align]
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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