#thread: wolf

“The devil already knows me so well.” Ava’s tone was flat and bitter, a wry humor in her gaze. “If you think you’re scaring me - if you think you’re half as scary as the things I’ve faced, then you’re dead wrong.” Perhaps her attempt at confidence was a little exaggerated - only a little. There was a certain shiftiness in her gaze that hinted she might be more uneasy than she was letting on. Not like she would ever admit it, though.

{ /reaches out for her drink but it was immediately taken away by the bartender who seemed to be laughing. Her brows met and her nose crinkled as a burning sensation continued to reside at the back of her throat, making her stomach feel heated. } You know, you are so nice... You even sent a text to my friend to come pick me up! Because you know, the world needs more nice people like you... Yeah... nice people. Yup, nice, nice people! { /giggles and feels lightheaded, vision hazing up and vision seemingly enclosed in a circle. } I am a nice girl, a very, very good student! Men, like... all of you are assholes... { /tries to concentrate her eyes but fails and tries stay straightened up as she goes down from the high chair. }