[ Angel's been offered some form of alcohol since her arrival, placed between her thumb and forefinger before she could politely refuse- not that the waiter would have heard her over this music. Actually, it's surprising she manages to hear anything herself, as a man wearing...well that sure is a shirt...approaches and speaks to her. ]
No, I hardly know him. I was invited by a...a friend.
[ Able is her friend right?? She hopes so. It's a nice thing to consider, and not something she's gotten to consider often. She twirls the stem of her glass between her fingers, brings it up to take a sip but aborts when she smells the alcohol penetrating the sweetness of the mixer. Gross, not used to it. ]
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No, I hardly know him. I was invited by a...a friend.
[ Able is her friend right?? She hopes so. It's a nice thing to consider, and not something she's gotten to consider often. She twirls the stem of her glass between her fingers, brings it up to take a sip but aborts when she smells the alcohol penetrating the sweetness of the mixer. Gross, not used to it. ]
Nice....shirt?
[ She's not great at this. ]