Post by eire on Aug 6, 2012 17:06:14 GMT -5
Aoife blinked at the man in shock as she felt anger began to boil up inside her. Did he just call her... little boy?! Oh, she was just about ready to punch his lights out now! She could sense almost every eye in the bar on her and the man she was fighting with now, but she didn't care. Aoife really could have murdered this man at that moment in time. In fact, the Hibernian felt like she was about to snap at any moment.
"I'm 24 years old, eejit!" she yelled, not realising for a moment that her voice was, in that moment, back to it's original feminine tone. The redhead swallowed thickly and coughed, hoping nobody had picked up on that fact before continuing, "Some people can't exactly help their height. Then again, you're probably just trying to come up with an excuse to pull out of this." The woman began to calm down again as a smirk graced her lips. "After all, you probably don't want that pretty face of yours or your pride to be broken by someone shorter than you."
That's right, play it cool. The redhead sat back down in her seat and took another mouthful of Guinness, still smirking as she glanced at the man through the corner of her eye. If he was going to provoke her, she might as well return the favour.
"Anyway, aren't you going to introduce yourself to me, Pretty boy?" she grinned, slamming down the now empty beer glass. "Seeing as I did introduce myself to you, it's only polite." Well, technically she hadn't really given him her name, but that was a minor technicality. "Besides, I can't call you Pretty boy all night. You're not that pretty."
"I'm 24 years old, eejit!" she yelled, not realising for a moment that her voice was, in that moment, back to it's original feminine tone. The redhead swallowed thickly and coughed, hoping nobody had picked up on that fact before continuing, "Some people can't exactly help their height. Then again, you're probably just trying to come up with an excuse to pull out of this." The woman began to calm down again as a smirk graced her lips. "After all, you probably don't want that pretty face of yours or your pride to be broken by someone shorter than you."
That's right, play it cool. The redhead sat back down in her seat and took another mouthful of Guinness, still smirking as she glanced at the man through the corner of her eye. If he was going to provoke her, she might as well return the favour.
"Anyway, aren't you going to introduce yourself to me, Pretty boy?" she grinned, slamming down the now empty beer glass. "Seeing as I did introduce myself to you, it's only polite." Well, technically she hadn't really given him her name, but that was a minor technicality. "Besides, I can't call you Pretty boy all night. You're not that pretty."
