[ she doesn't like to toot her own horn — oh, what are we saying? she loves doing that — but she can't help feeling like she could've really delivered the goods to her audience if she'd been able to bring in her favorite sidepiece. oh, well. maybe she can come back on a night where weapons are encouraged. or see if they have a suggestion box somewhere.
she does perk up at the notion of a drink, nodding excitedly, her mussed pigtails swaying with the movement. ]
If you're offerin'. [ and she looks up at tall, dark and studly with a coy smile. ] What's your name, sweetie pie?
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[ she doesn't like to toot her own horn — oh, what are we saying? she loves doing that — but she can't help feeling like she could've really delivered the goods to her audience if she'd been able to bring in her favorite sidepiece. oh, well. maybe she can come back on a night where weapons are encouraged. or see if they have a suggestion box somewhere.
she does perk up at the notion of a drink, nodding excitedly, her mussed pigtails swaying with the movement. ]
If you're offerin'. [ and she looks up at tall, dark and studly with a coy smile. ] What's your name, sweetie pie?