Snippet #2210305

Mag stood with her arms folded, the rough edges of the outside wall rubbing her elbows, left wondering what she was doing there. She'd wait for a while, see if she could track him down again. If it fell through she'd have to go, but it was worth a try.

She hadn't really expected to be approached, let alone addressed, though her expression didn't betray much of her surprise. The girl glanced up, glancing through her stray hair and thick eyeliner to regard the young man who had addressed her for a moment. He'd called her pretty. That in itself was probably a warning sign, she thought, somewhat amused.

"Doing something I'd honestly never thought I'd do again. Waiting around for my brother..." she remarked, kicking her feet, sending a discarded bottle skittering across the ground.
"I'm not certain if it makes me a better person or the world's biggest idiot, but I guess that's something I'll find out in due course. And I'm not okay because we've not seen one another in four years and he just blanked me and walked off. Something like that doesn't really set your evening off very well." she sighed.

"Of course you don't care, huh? You're off your face." she added, chuckling a little. She might never have gotten into drugs, but she was hardly naive to them. The guy had obviously taken something and she guessed that was probably the only reason he was taking interest. It was killing time at least, she supposed, as long as things didn't start getting too weird.