Celestine
The woman gave a hard squint of her eyes up at the man, the smell of his breath just cascading over her as if he would pouring booze right into her face; making her face cringe at just the smell of it all. "Damn, Zo, you smell like ALL the pubs you've been to today," she took her hand and waved it in front of her face, "next time give a woman some warning before you get up in near her smelling like that. Shit..." Celestine turned her head away to give a little cough, though it wasn't as if she'd never smelled him this way before. It was never pleasant, ever.
"Is everything in life to you easy to solve with sex?" she raised a brow, "I don't think any of my issues can be solved with just 'rolling in the hay with a decent partner'. Sounds like hay where I don't want it and a decent partner sounds hard as hell to find anyway.... you think I have issues?" Her question wasn't one that had a laden background of sarcasm to it, she was actually curious to know why he thought she had issues.
Did she have issues? That was probably a hard question to answer really, she saw nothing wrong with the way she acted but then again.. she was use to herself this way. It'd been too long since the woman was the way of her youth; so bright eyes and cheerful, possibly one of the sweetest kids most could meet. Loosing her arm was what caused the change in her. She blamed herself for it each day after it happened, her mind divulging in sorrow and hatred for herself. If she had more self control back then, perhaps she'd still have her arm to this day; maybe she'd even be happier with life at that. No, it wasn't how any of that went though. Her uptight attitude and feelings she kept closed were the result of it all. She'd be weak if she allowed her feelings to emerge like they wanted it. Weak was something she didn't want to be, and she surely didn't want to be seen as weak either.
Zo was probably one of the only people that could actually stand her for the way she was, and she was thankful for it; even if she'd never say so. A heavy sigh escaped her lungs, she too did order something, as the man encouraged her to do so. She did deserve it after going from place to place looking for him, the drunken buffoon.
"It's not that I don't appriciate your stories, just some details I'd rather you keep out of them," she furrowed her brows and sighed, having noticed the lad making goo-goo eyes at zo. That was something usual and a look she'd come quite use to people giving the tall man.
"I swear, every where you go you end up with new admirers," she ran her hand through her hair, accidentally knocking the tie out of it, "ah shit.." Celestine grabbed for the tie, as it had landed on the floor, and quickly as she could tried to tie it back once again.
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