[ Even with her senses, she still jumps at his unexpected presence. The din around them is definitely distracting her. Right as she's about to admonish someone for daring to come up to her and do what people normally do at bars--you know, socialize--the words die in her throat.
Whoa.
Jessica blinks, staring stupidly for a long while. He has that...aura about him, something familiar but hard to place. He has to be one of the new arrivals. She'd never forget someone so goddamn hot. And the accent? Fuck. ]
Y-Yeah. Drinks shouldn't be uncool.
[ Because that's what he means by "neat," right?
Eventually, instead of looking like her mouth doesn't know how to close, she throws on a smile and holds out her hand. ]
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Whoa.
Jessica blinks, staring stupidly for a long while. He has that...aura about him, something familiar but hard to place. He has to be one of the new arrivals. She'd never forget someone so goddamn hot. And the accent? Fuck. ]
Y-Yeah. Drinks shouldn't be uncool.
[ Because that's what he means by "neat," right?
Eventually, instead of looking like her mouth doesn't know how to close, she throws on a smile and holds out her hand. ]
I'm Jessica.