Snippet #2531873

A flame of anger flared in Christy's normally tepid eyes. Her lips were pressed together tightly, as if holding back a soft reprimand.
Mine did not hold back my own. "Put your glass down." I snapped. "You're making yourself look ridiculous. As you always do."
Christy downed her glass and held it out for more. I filled it up in the silence. The bottle was nearly finished. Maybe I'd break out the beers if worst came to worst.
"Anyway," she said, picking at her salad. "So, that's it, really. What do you do, Alec?"
"I play some soccer. Hang out with friends. Video games. Not much." I rubbed my thumb across the back of her hand. I decided not to mention of martial arts club I was in. Rather not add fuel to the 'violent' flame Thalia conjured.
"And you're from Chicago? I've never been there. It must be so very beautiful." She tried smiling at James. "You're from around here too, right?"