Snippet #2150949

Huh, a loner is he? , she thought to herself. "Staying in the shadows, hmm? Walking around with hair like that makes you stand out more than blend in." She said a little sarcastically. Still sipping away at her whiskey, she realized she was finished and sighed. Today wasn't a day where she wanted to get drunk, so perhaps she would only order one more drink. No waitress was in sight so she grumbled and swirled the glass in her hand, making the leftover melted ice cubes spin around the walls of the glass.

Hearing a voice requesting to sit with the two, she almost growled. It was just one of those days she didn't like. First a man had stolen her little corner, now another one had come to bother her. The reason she came to the Black Lantern was some peace and quiet, and maybe if she was up for it, some socializing, but that wasn't a usual. There were more men like the red-head than the ones she preferred. Her eyes darted up to the owner of the voice, but before she snapped at him her expression immediately softened. He was handsome, and not what she had expected. Sheryl recognized him as one of the regulars she saw around, but she never realized how devilishly good looking he was. Perhaps the dim lighting was to blame.

"Not at all," she said with a soft chuckle. "The name's Sheryl."

There was a blonde regular that seemed to be infatuated with Oliver, but she never understood the reason for it. Now, she could sympathize. Realizing that she was leaving the poor man out, she turned her head slightly and asked with a friendly tone, "Oh, and you?"