Delightedly, she shook Alison’s hand. “Totally!” She returned her smile, one that could look honest. Not that she’s incapable of faking emotions, but for the most part Lia tends to be the kind of person who wears their heart on their sleeve. Not entirely in recent time, but that’s why people have secrets.
The entirely tall man next to Lia heaved loudly, to her chagrin. “Hey, watch it!”, she bellowed as she made sure to steer clear of his contribution to the night’s activities. “Like, eww.” She grimaced and stood, chair disappearing instantly.
“Y’know, this is why I only drink at super special occasions, if I ever. Don’t wanna look like”, she pointed back to the view behind her, “that.”
Alison merely chuckled at Lia’s over reaction, while she herself hated the sight of someone vomiting their lunch out all of the floor, she had performed at so many low rent places over the years that she was pretty well adept at hiding her absolute disgust. “I think that should be the promo picture for don’t do drugs.” Alison added, with a firm nod. It was disgusting to watch the sigh and Alison ended up having to look away.
She fixed her jacket and her hair, the harsh wind of san fransisco had ruffled up both her hair and her spirits. She really didn’t need a drink, what she needed was some half decent music and maybe somewhere with a karaoke night. She glanced down both of the streets, before looking back at Lia. “Feeling about making something fun out of this night?” Alison asked with a wide smile.
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