Lizzy raised an eyebrow at the girl who had snatched up the cigarettes and was now staring her down. Her stare seemed almost hostile, Perhaps not the time to give up those conniving bitch ways just yet. She thought as she mocked striking a lighter with her right hand, hoping the other girl similarly lacked a means of lighting the cigarettes, that would just make her day. Or at least it would somewhat make up for the whole falling from the sky to a foreign land thing that had happened.
And perhaps Dorotea would've followed this gesture as well. Perhaps she'd even try to put her foot down, had she not been taken back by the triumph Biance showed. It was impossible for her to hold back her giggling at this point. Was it immature? Probably. Was it uncalled for? Most certainly. Was it a complete mood killer? Absolutely. But if she cared at all, she did little to show it. Once the series of choked, disbelieving giggles were more or less successfully smothered poorly by a hand in front of her mouth, she lifted it away with a single finger raised.
"Hold--hold up. Put those things down man. Why you bringing this from a zero to a hundred?"
She took a deep breath, trying to drown out a second bout of giggles.
"I mean, shit, I ain't judging if you need that many, but c'mon. Who's you gonna use them with even?"
Lizzy stifled a giggle at the girl who had introduced herself as Dorotea's comment. A young lass probably still in secondary school by the looks of her, and a fellow ginger, perhaps a kindred spirit - though it was still far too soon to make such judgements. She followed pausing for a moment, she didn't want to cause an escalation of hostilities, but the opportunity was there and she couldn't resist."Don't listen tah her darlin', nothing wrong with bein' a bit 'adventurous' I'd probably not advertise it so readily though."
The younger ginger gave a small snort.
"No kiddin', least take the lucky guy to dinner before y'all start fucking. Or gal, sure ain't no judging from me."
"Aye but perhaps it's just another case of the Irish Catholic Institute producing a sexually repressed frigid prude on my part."
Lizzy snickered at her own comment. In strange company the joke lost a bit of it's luster, but she still amused herself and it got a chuckle out of Dorotea. Though the thought struck her that maybe there was some truth to it, she doubted it, but just maybe wherever this stranger was from the cultural differences were so vast that she actually was a sexually repressed frigid prude to her. A terrifying thought.
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