Snippet #2620971

Lottie let out a soft chuckle at the invite she had just received from the friendly man named Theo. She had been planning on just keeping the conversation between herself and the woman named Dod, but Theo seemed nice enough. Nicer than most strangers she's met tha day. Nicer than the one that had just forced himself into their conversation ever so rudely. The 'big scoundrel' she figured from his gruff attitude. Lottie had been meaning to respond to Dod's question but the man had interrupted her before she could. If there was one thing that Lottie hated most of all, it was being interrupted. It was just plain rude. The blonde rolled her eyes at the man's crude approach and turned her back to him to lean against the smooth bar-top and ignore his further advances. Although, she did breathe out a silent laugh at Dod's liberated way of speaking. Lottie always admired anyone who was willing to speak their mind without hesitation. Especially if they were a woman.

She glanced over at Dod and her eyes widened when she saw the man back-hand her and she in turn smash her glass against his head. She was definitely not expecting a brawl of anything of the sort to break out during her train ride, but it was much more exciting that her usual trips. In the bustle of people yelling and men pushing themselves around the room, it was easy for mousy little Lottie to slip her way out through the mess. It was also easy for her to take her handkerchief out of her pocket, fill it with ice from the bar, and follow after Dod out of the car.

She quickly found the woman leaning against a window by her lonesome. Lottie, in her usual tip-toed fashion, silently walked up behind Dod.

"Are you alright?" Lottie asked, her voice probably a bit too loud for someone appearing out of nowhere, "Here. It looked like he hit you fairly hard," she added, holding out her bundle of cloth and ice to the woman with the sore cheek.