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"Evasive bastard..." Yecely mumbled under he breath as Whiskeyjack went back to the table. Her quill never stopped moving, except when pausing for more ink. After she was done writing whatever it was she was writing, she sat at her table alone. She puffed her cheeks and blew out the air slowly. What a bummer. A glance back at her previous location didn't motivate her to return. Why did this Whiskeyjack and his lackey have to join them. She wished they would just leave.
Yecely finally got up after packing all her things into her little brown leather backpack. She made her way to the bar and ordered another large glass of wine. It was either that or leaving, and going back to her tiny flat was even more depressing. She examined the table and felt compelled to join Myra and the girl she dragged there, Luralel, in conversation. Perhaps in five minutes, after a sip or two of this cool wine she would. For now she just stood there at the bar, facing outward towards the main space with a glass of red wine in her hand.
Yecely finally got up after packing all her things into her little brown leather backpack. She made her way to the bar and ordered another large glass of wine. It was either that or leaving, and going back to her tiny flat was even more depressing. She examined the table and felt compelled to join Myra and the girl she dragged there, Luralel, in conversation. Perhaps in five minutes, after a sip or two of this cool wine she would. For now she just stood there at the bar, facing outward towards the main space with a glass of red wine in her hand.
I’m the bullies you hate, that you became.