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"I'm sorry, but I've dedicated my life to my lord and savior, Jesus Christ," the incredibly smoking ginger tells her from behind a glass of beer. "And you're going to hell, so bye."
Does Jesus know you screwed your friend in the back of the car last Friday night? She wants to ask, but she manages to refrain. Instead, Cosette sighs, rubbing her hand against her forehead, tired from her fifth Jesus freak in a row. Really, how was a town like Siren Cove so populated with religious assholes?
"Another rum and coke, please," she tells the bartender when he comes over to check on her empty glass. He nods and takes it to refill it for her.
Cosette doesn't often get the chance to let loose like this, and really, she thinks, her goals for the evening aren't that ambitious; she doesn't even care about getting laid. She just wants to flirt, and maybe make-out with someone in a way she'll regret in the morning. But no, Siren Cove's Jesus brigade seems out to ruin even those minuscule plans.
She didn't attend the ball the other night, and she doesn't regret not going, even if she potentially could have met someone there. No, she's happy, despite her failed love life, to sit here in her loose, low-cut summer dress, waiting for her bad luck streak to finally end.
(OOC: Back from the brief hiatus and inspired by a random thought I had this morning. Find Cosette at Watersong, nursing a drink and striking out on every attempt at hitting on a girl.
Does Jesus know you screwed your friend in the back of the car last Friday night? She wants to ask, but she manages to refrain. Instead, Cosette sighs, rubbing her hand against her forehead, tired from her fifth Jesus freak in a row. Really, how was a town like Siren Cove so populated with religious assholes?
"Another rum and coke, please," she tells the bartender when he comes over to check on her empty glass. He nods and takes it to refill it for her.
Cosette doesn't often get the chance to let loose like this, and really, she thinks, her goals for the evening aren't that ambitious; she doesn't even care about getting laid. She just wants to flirt, and maybe make-out with someone in a way she'll regret in the morning. But no, Siren Cove's Jesus brigade seems out to ruin even those minuscule plans.
She didn't attend the ball the other night, and she doesn't regret not going, even if she potentially could have met someone there. No, she's happy, despite her failed love life, to sit here in her loose, low-cut summer dress, waiting for her bad luck streak to finally end.
(OOC: Back from the brief hiatus and inspired by a random thought I had this morning. Find Cosette at Watersong, nursing a drink and striking out on every attempt at hitting on a girl.
