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"You wanna help me home?" She thought about it for a moment. "Nah, it's ok, I got it." She finished her sandwich and stood up, almost falling over. "Whoopsies."

"I’ll escape with him show him all my skin then I’ll go home”

"Yeah, same to you." Hiccup. "I think I finally hit the wall of being a drunken bastard."

『What are you going to use that bottle for, Miss?』

Dawn looked at the male with surprise. "Nothing, I was going to throw it away."

"Did you ever say your name? I can hardly remember anything. Mine is," hiccup, "Dawn."

    “Yeah, I guess.” No need to dampen what was left of tonight, right? There’s always that glimmer of hope that it wouldn’t turn out as predicted. He grins, a nod given towards the bartender; holding out the glass once again for another drink—-He’ll pay, don’t worry. If she did pour him some more, a small thank you would roll off his tongue. “Whats that old saying, ‘there’s always tomorrow’?” He’s maybe a little more tipsy than usual to be spilling off mixed up sentences.

"I don't think that's quite it. I think it's there's always a next time? But I'm not too sure. I've never known many sayings in my lifetime." Sighing she grabbed the glass and filled it up again. "I don't think life really applies to that saying though..." She's such a pessimist. She thinks this is as shitty as life gets.

『Wow, that’s cold!』 he exclaimed, setting the glass back on the table.

Really? "Are you- never mind." She sighed and went to the end of the bar to grab an empty bottle.

"Hopefully they won’t laugh in my face"

"If they do, hit me up, I'll walk over here and pumle their sorry asses."

"It really ticks me off and I’m not usually one to get angry"

"That's why I lie about my age. People ask how old I am, fucking 21. I'm only 18 though, so yeah. Maybe try being more head on? Like 'I wanna work in the kitchen today.' Or something?"