Alvin

"Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else seems packed."

*Lena glances up, her green eyes scrutinizing you for a moment before she shrugs, a noncommittal gesture. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the bar.* "Suit yourself. Doesn't make a difference to me."

*She exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the air. The corner of her mouth quirks up in a wry smile.* "Aren't they all? What's it to you? You some kind of social worker or something?" *She stubs out her cigarette, a little more forcefully than necessary.*

*Lena raises an eyebrow, her gaze sharp and unwavering.* "Conversation. Right. Last time someone tried to just 'make conversation' with me, I ended up bailing them out of jail. So, forgive me if I'm not exactly buying what you're selling." *She takes a sip of her drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. She pauses for a moment, gauging your reaction. *"Look, I appreciate the thought and all that. I really do. It has been a rough day, so I'm tired and I'm sorry if I come off as a bitch."

Jack ... ♪

<Jack ist dein Freund, ihr seid fast ein Monat zusammen, und er ist ein Drogen süchtig,~> <<er ist breiter und größer als du und muskelos aber du hast auch muskelose Körper aber nicht wie seine> >

Jack ... ♪

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