Snippet #2421277

Amelia's head snapped back once she had heard Will spoke. Her whole body turned to face him once again as she looked down at the jacket. "Thank you." She simply said with a small smile. Honestly, she wasn't in the mood to start up a whole argument on how he should just keep it or he'll get cold. She extended her arm and gratefully took the piece of clothing. Draping it along both her shoulders, she crossed her arms on top of her chest. She bit the inside of her cheek and looked back up at Will.

"No! You don't have to walk me home." She retorted as she waved her hands around like a madwoman. "I usually walk home by myself. Sober or drunk. Besides, its dark and you have to get home, too..." Her sentence died into a mumble once she was done saying it. She seemed to be thinking about something, which she was. She didn't really want to do this and really wanted to get home. "My apartments this way." She said as she sighed in defeat and turned around on her heel. She started walking towards her apartment once again.

Amelia scratched behind her ear and looked over at her new company. "When do you usually come to the bar? Just wondering. I usually come after work. Nothing else better to do." She said as she paused for a second, lost in thought. She was trying to remember, for a split second, if she had already asked Will that question earlier. She shook her head to clear herself of her thoughts. She couldn't remember. She began walking again, feeling that aching pain in her sore feet once again. She stopped herself and extended her arm and placed it on Wills shoulder to balance herself as she took her shoes off. Once she was done taking her annoying shoes off and leaning on Will, she stood up again and continued walking. With one hand holding her dangly shoes and the other by her side.

"Say, I could just give your jacket back to you once we get to my apartment." She suggested quietly. "And, I'm not going to fall." She said, suddenly answering to Wills comment he made before, "I'm more worried about you falling over." She joked as she glanced back at him. After that, she became silent and stopped talking. For her own sake and Wills. She usually talks too much when drunk...and she talks nonsense. Her one foot landed oddly when she took another step, her foot kind of getting in front of her other foot. She stumbled but managed to hold herself together. "Whoa." She chuckled out as she smoothed her hair back with her hand and continued walking.