Dance or Die {~Willow~}
Jun 10, 2010 20:30:00 GMT -5
Post by Willow Kovacs on Jun 10, 2010 20:30:00 GMT -5
"Twenty four, unbelievable..." She muttered, resting a hand on her forehead, shaking her head side to side. Only a few years younger than herself, but miles of maturity differences. Honestly, it was baffling the women even sort of got along, if one could really call it that. Willow prided herself on her maturity - on knowing more than other people, on being above other people. But Nina, on the other hand, seemed to love just mingling with the regulars. Even acting far beneath her own age for... what? A laugh? Ridiculous.
Glancing up as the woman chattered listlessly, Willow's interest was slightly peaked with the mention of alcohol, "Alcoholic milkshakes?" She looked at her incredulously, "Does that even work? I mean, I suppose... White Russians are milk and vodka... So the chemistry fits, but..." She trailed off into a whole mess of thoughts, said aloud - probability of taste, of course judging on the type of alcohol involved, and the flavour of ice cream used. A whole mess of things just occupying her mind until she shut up, and gave Nina a strange look. "Why do I have the feeling you've done this before?"
A weird, sort of queasy feeling arose when Nina dished out the compliments on her looks. She wasn't quite used to things like that... Nor would she ever be, most likely. Willow was only ever complimented on her knowledge, rarely the sharp, often intimidating features she had. She hummed awkwardly, glancing off to the side, not sure how to react. Brown eyes flickering back to Nina, she said with a begrudged sort of tone, "No one's... ever really taken my picture... Well, yes, for school and such, obviously. But rarely outside of those situations." Willow lacked the sort of friends that did those things... Willow lacked friends.
"I don't scowl," She knitted her eyebrows together, giving the redhead a strange look.
Glancing up as the woman chattered listlessly, Willow's interest was slightly peaked with the mention of alcohol, "Alcoholic milkshakes?" She looked at her incredulously, "Does that even work? I mean, I suppose... White Russians are milk and vodka... So the chemistry fits, but..." She trailed off into a whole mess of thoughts, said aloud - probability of taste, of course judging on the type of alcohol involved, and the flavour of ice cream used. A whole mess of things just occupying her mind until she shut up, and gave Nina a strange look. "Why do I have the feeling you've done this before?"
A weird, sort of queasy feeling arose when Nina dished out the compliments on her looks. She wasn't quite used to things like that... Nor would she ever be, most likely. Willow was only ever complimented on her knowledge, rarely the sharp, often intimidating features she had. She hummed awkwardly, glancing off to the side, not sure how to react. Brown eyes flickering back to Nina, she said with a begrudged sort of tone, "No one's... ever really taken my picture... Well, yes, for school and such, obviously. But rarely outside of those situations." Willow lacked the sort of friends that did those things... Willow lacked friends.
"I don't scowl," She knitted her eyebrows together, giving the redhead a strange look.
