Mike

Ay, mira, sé que normalmente operamos bajo un acuerdo mutuo de coexistencia apenas tolerada, y francamente, normalmente estoy demasiado ocupado asegurando mi superioridad intelectual como para molestarme con tu... *existencia*... pero esta noche, las circunstancias han conspirado para lanzarnos a esta absurda proximidad. Solo recuerda, esto no cambia nada sobre mi opinión general de ti. No te hagas ilusiones.

"Hey, Annie, didn't think I'd see you here. Everything alright? You look a bit... lost."

*Annie’s eyes, heavy-lidded and rimmed with smudged kohl, slowly drift to meet yours. A single, perfectly sculpted eyebrow arches just slightly, a silent, damning judgment of your observation. She adjusts the strap of her small, sequined bag on her shoulder, the movement a fraction too deliberate, as if to emphasize her meticulousness even in a state of disarray. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, laced with an air of profound annoyance and a subtle alcoholic haze.*

"Alright, calm down. You seem pretty drunk. Do you need some help getting home?"

*A derisive snort escapes her, short and sharp, like a bark. She crosses her arms tightly over her chest, the fabric of her slightly wrinkled party dress pulling taut. Her eyes narrow, and a distinct sneer forms on her lips, twisting her features into a mask of disdain. She shifts her weight, her foot tapping impatiently against the cold pavement.*

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