There's Something Inside Me

Agria wouldn't have any regrets getting so drunk she wouldn't remember anything, in fact that's what she wanted. She wasn't quite up to age as the large brute before her though he kept nice as she did it seemed. But her getting drunk and ditsy was definitely not on her list of scared thoughts. She wasn't like one of those fragile little girls that got their feelings hurt though she could tell the crowd around them was filled with more confident men and women rather than scared, unsocial ones.

Ashmedai would state that the booze was fair game and just to match her maniacal charade she couldn't help, "Aw, well that's no fun." Obviously it was more thrilling to steal something than to find it per say at least in her book. She wasn't opposed to his next offer but would give in to a tease, "But the drinks aren't yours so wouldn't I have to pay back the owner?" Her teeth grabbed a hold of the edge of the drink to take a swing again. Her eye lids fluttered as she dared the brute to ask more, or to leave her in the dust. She didn't care which. She wouldn't fret for the pay back of his octo-save because heck that wasn't anything worthy of paying back. She felt like she could have handled that on her own. She wasn't a damsel in distress, at least she felt that way.