a dagger under my pillow | TRISTAN

"The alcohol of course. What kind of guy do you take me for?" He said with mock indidnation, putting his hand over his heart as he said it. She was teasing and he could tell. Of course, he wouldn't mind the something else part, but he barely knew the girl. He liked her though, that much he could already tell. A few drinks couldn't hurt anyone, right? "Maybe I was just hopin that you would have one of those drinks with me?"

With a giggle AB picked the coins up off the table and shook her head, "You expect me to have a drink in my place of employment?" She asked playfully. Of course she had planned to have the drink with him, what else could have been her motivation for giving him the drinks in the first place?

She backed up, bumping into the same suit of armor as earlier and knocking it to the floor. Her face burned bright red and she waved, "See you around, Tris." Her voice twanged as she bolted from the store.